I'd like to remind everyone that...a friend of mine was insulted on this forum...Enough with the Elitism
There are seven and a half billion *** running around on this godforsaken planet and you only have the slimmest of chances to control one of them, yourself. Which is no easy task.
Now you can read this post and get mad. You can read this post and laugh. You can ignore it. I can not control your reaction to the things I type or say. I can certainly insult you and your friend in any number of ways but I can't control how you process it. I can even say only nice and kind things and you can still get hurt anyways because you take things I typed the wrong way.
I can't stop you from getting upset about something you read on here about your friend any more than I can stop everyone else from being a douchebag.
But I'm going to try anyways....the you getting upset part.
Did you think about how your post might make me feel before you typed it? Of course not. You shared your feelings because they were important to you. But I could have gotten mad reading it and I could say something mean like "buck up buttercup the world is rough. Maybe the internet isn't the safest space for you snowflake" All of these sorts of things right?
And that could make you even more upset than you were before you posted. Or maybe I could say something supportive like "yeah you go girl those gil buying trolls are nothing but fools" etc. or whatever and you could feel validated.
Inadvertently perhaps, what you did was the exact same thing the person you are calling out did. You are trying to illicit support for your opinions and feelings. Unfortunately perhaps, when we share our feelings or opinions with others we open ourselves up to their criticism.
Celebrities are a good example of this phenomenon. They allow us to build up their ego only for us to relish in destroying it later on. If you or they allow others opinions to control you, then you end up like britney spears with half of your hair shaved off all strung out on hard drugs etc....
You can't control what everyone else thinks. It's just not possible. But you can try to control your own reaction to it. You can attempt to control how it effects you. I typically laugh and say something that I think is funny. That's how I deal with everyone around me, with humor.
You can certainly curl up in a ball and cry yourself to sleep every night. That's your choice. I can't control it. All that I can do is try to explain it to you. So that perhaps you will understand it better.
We can try to empathize with your friend's attacker. His mom probably had to do a lot of things, that children are typically not proud of, to make that money that he took from her to buy a useless glow stick on a dying fifteen year old video game...which will one day be long gone and forgotten, And maybe one day he will feel bad he wasted so much time and energy. Perhaps he is slowly realizing that now which is why he is lashing out. that poor thing. it's sad really. See?
But I can't stop him from being a jerk any more than I can stop you from being upset about it. So now I'm frustrated by my inability to make you understand what has always seemed to me to be an easy concept to grasp.
I HOPE YOU"RE HAPPY!
That's the joke. It's not a particularly good joke but Laughter is my shield, my armor and sometimes my weapon. It's fun and I sincerely hope you will give it a try.
Solitude
BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.