Good Morning, Friends,
So it’s Monday again; rainy here in the South, and I was up at 5:00 a.m. unable to sleep, mainly due to another freakin’ respiratory infection and coughing that I can’t seem to shake. But I digress…
I came down the stairs this morning and turned on the coffee pot and as I’m waiting for the pot to fill just enough for me to pour my first cup, I begin my morning ritual of perusing Facebook, Twitter, etc.,just to see if I missed anything important while I was sleeping – or trying to anyway. Something I saw really made me angry and once again question the decency of people, so of course I have to use this opportunity to add my two cents worth.
Does anyone out there ever use Tumblr? I’m not a huge fan – I think it’s an “Instagram wannabe” but nevertheless, I check it out from time to time. On many of the social networks that I use, I follow quite a few anxiety/depression support groups, mainly because every once in a while I will see a quote or analogy that will put a smile on my face, or help me find some answers to whatever is going on in my life at the time. Plus, it’s a great way to help others who may be going through some of the same issues you are. What many people don’t understand – or they do and they just don’t care – is that there are real people on the other side of the comments posted. Some are even asking for help or encouragement just to get through another day.
This morning, I was scrolling through Tumblr and as usual, recommendations for followers popped up on my feed. As I’m glancing through them, I see one particular individual’s page that frightened me. The page was all black and the cover photo was something like, “Life would be so much better if I wasn’t here.” I looked at the page and it was filled with quotes about death, sadness and anger; he/she was begging strangers to give her/him a reason to live. It was heartbreaking. Those who took the time to respond were kind, encouraging and comforting – providing phone numbers to support hotlines, or sharing their own stories of times they found themselves in a dark hole but managed to pull themselves out. However, the scrolling stopped when I saw the post shown in the picture below:
WTF??!!! What an insensitive ass! Are you really so insecure that you have to attack people you don’t even know? Is your self-esteem so far in the toilet that you have to tear other people down? Don’t you realize that this individual may not have anyone they can talk to and is using this forum for support? I am so angry and disgusted with this individual right now and I feel sorry for the person that had to read this horrible rant by a dipshit who obviously has no soul. Come on people…grow up and treat people how you want to be treated. What if someone said the same things to your mother or sister or wife? Or father, or brother or husband? How would that make you feel? Is it really that difficult to be kind on-line and post comments with class?
Last year, I published a post entitled, “Did the Internet Kill Kindness & Tact for Good?” and after seeing the above, I think the lesson included in my prior post bears repeating:
For those of you that need a lesson in online etiquette, remember the following:
• Do not post anything you would not want said to you
• There are real people on the other end of that keyboard, so remember their feelings
• If you do not agree with someone, do not respond right away. Step away and come back to it.
• There is no need for name-calling. You are supposedly an adult and should know a better way to get your point across.
• If you can’t do any of the above, then keep your comments to yourself.
Let me say this to the individual asking for help: DO NOT let the insensitive ramblings of one idiot who does not know you lead you to do something you – and those that love you – will regret. There are good people in the world, there is help available and life – no matter how difficult it can get – is worth living.
To the asshole who made the conscious choice to write the CRAP response that you did: You are a poor excuse for a human being. If your only joy in life comes from hurting and berating people you don’t know, I have to wonder how you treat those in your life you claim to love.
I could go on and on for hours about this, but I will stop here – mainly because I choose to be the mature one and not stoop any further to this jerk’s level. But let me leave you with one final thought: Despite what our parents told us, WORDS can hurt – sometimes more than sticks and stones. The cuts and bruises can heal, but WORDS can stay with a person forever. Remember that the next time you choose to comment.