Leading with your heart on the internet is risky business, and in no way am I talking about the risk I took in getting really close to someone I adore. I’m talking about Facebook comments, because groupthink almost always leads to violence. Facebook is just a mask for everything people think when they don’t know each other and also pick sides without ever truly understanding anything.
For instance, I started a thread on saying I thought I knew what happened to Sinead O’Connor, that I was bipolar so it weighed on me, and a thank you to Father Nathan Monk for “standing up for the rest of us..” I also said that I had never heard of someone dropping dead at 56 of natural causes.
Then, someone said that people die at random all the time.
I said, “that’s certainly true, but it’s also an indication of how bad you need to break up with Pizza Hut and it’s hard to tell what’s random and what’s not.”
I had said that I’d only posited what happened, that I didn’t know, but that bipolar was at least a comorbidity because it has mental and physical side effects. The side effects are mostly from the treatment, so thanks for that.
I didn’t say that last thing, but it’s true.
Someone said that I didn’t need to be condescending and diet shaming earlier in the thread, and I explained the logic medically instead of getting defensive and jumping on her ass. Progress. Then, someone else jumped on the bandwagon and said, “oh. You’re one of those. I’m sure the millions of people not addicted to crap food who got CVD will be thankful for your “educated guesses.” I said, “my stepmother is a rheumatologist. I was her medical assistant for four years combined. You can stop now. I’m out… but might I also suggest that you stop making assumptions about people before you shoot off your mouth. I can see that you’re hurt about something, but you’re popping off at legit nothing.” And that was the end of that.
Bryn was telling me about a woman who put on a show where she would stand still for six hours, and the audience could do anything to her that they wanted. She put out fun sex toys, like feathers, etc. and then it got dark. Scissors, knives, etc. By the end of it, she had been stabbed.
Her point at the end was “the audience will kill you if you let them.”
For the love of God, if you do nothing else in your life, get the people away from you who are not your audience. Do not give purchase to strangers, because they don’t have your best interests at heart. As we move toward a more and more virtual society, it’s going to take ironclad boundaries so that when we come together internationally it doesn’t devolve into World War Wii.
I stood up for myself by saying in words and actions that I am not responsible for what you understand. It was a woman (of course) because if someone is direct, it comes across as an attack. It doesn’t help much that I’m genderqueer and people automatically assume I’m mansplaining. I’m not. I’m neurodivergent. I can be an asshole to everyone without even blinking, because my operating system is different and I’ve stopped apologizing for it. I think that’s why I gravitated toward linux and web design. Not many people were doing it back then, and the industry was flooded with people like me. I just wasn’t standing up for myself because I didn’t think I deserved that right.
Now that I’ve done eight years of work on myself, I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Self actualization. If you want to understand me, you’ll work toward it. If you’re hell bent on thinking that I’m a judgmental dickhead, that’s your problem.
I am NOT RESPONSIBLE for what you understand.
Keep repeating that phrase to yourself over and over until it’s a part of you. Thinking that other people are thinking about you is often very, very wrong because your echo chamber is telling you that they are. Most of the time, your inner monologue will tell you that I mean harm because your self esteem is in the toilet. People are in the shit. Groupthink leads to violence because it’s the mirror with which most people see themselves.
Life is pain, princess.
You’ll move on quicker and let people off the hook quicker because you can write people off when you couldn’t before because you felt so obligated. No one owes you anything, so celebrate the people that show up.
It was the message I missed in the middle of the mess.
It is also the point that resurrection happens.
Baseball is life. Play small ball. Focus on getting to first.
First.
We may not end up as best friends, but I might be able to buy you a beer.
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