Wednesday, February 1, 2017
But there is peace, even if it's just here, in my back yard, for the afternoon. I need this so much.
Why? I am generally not a sensitive person (heck, I'm known to be blunt and occasionally tactless). I enjoy my diverse set of Facebook friends: young and old, conservative and liberal, from school, childhood, dancing, guinea pigs, work, from different parts of the country. I read their differing opinions, noting what they find funny or important. It lets me think and consider different points of view.
The hate and outrage radiating from Facebook over the weekend made me weep. I actually broke down and cried. It was brief, but it happened. It felt like people were gleefully posting anything to support their righteous outrage. Facts, hearsay; it didn't matter. From all sides: you're idiots, losers, crybabies, this is right, this is wrong. All from people I like, or respect or care about. My heart and head were overwhelmed that all these people I know could hate each other this much. I believe people (to the point of being gullible), and now I couldn't believe anything I was reading. I was so close to adding my own status to the fray - "You can all f*ck yourselves" - and logging out.
Not really an answer. Not that anyone would care, anyway.
Monday and Tuesday I mostly avoided my feeds; skimmed the news. Read some fluffy posts. Took heart from a friend or three that talked about their own personal actions in this turbulence rather than a cut-and-pasted inflammatory comment from a friend of a friend of a friend. No hate. No name calling. Deep breath.
I am still so sad. I fear what we, as a nation, will do to ourselves. I try to focus on the bright spots, try to be ready for whatever comes next, hope I can do what's necessary.
But for now there is snow, a little peace, and happy birds.