I’m not planning on writing much today. That might change, but, well, we’ll see.
Lately I’ve been feeling pretty darn grumpy, partly, I suppose, because I’ve gotten too caught up in Facebook. I’m relatively new to it and once in a while I comment on a friend’s or relative’s timeline and suddenly find myself embroiled in a “discussion” with someone else who’s read that comment and taken issue with it.
I don’t consider name calling, “shouting” (typing in all capital letters), having people make assumptions about me, my life experiences, my knowledge or, heaven forbid, wisdom, based on a single comment or post, as a “conversation.” I realize that when people can only use name calling as a way to “communicate” it means they’ve run out of logical arguments and don’t know how to shut up. Yet, this happens too often and it seems to be rampant. Some have even felt called (compelled?) to comment on my psychological status.
Normally I can walk away from such stuff. My skin is not as thick as I’d like it to be, but I don’t have enough energy to waste on trivial things. I’m a Scorpio and passion is native to my sign and personality. I read a horoscope today that mentioned my “low tolerance for trivial things” and that felt very right just now.
The trouble is, it’s the responses that are trivial, not my feelings about what they’re “commenting” on. My comments are about guns, violence against women, same-sex marriage, social inequities, and other things I’ve discovered I’m passionate about (over the years I’d begun to fear I’d lost my passion for anything). However, when I comment on others’ timelines, I temper that passion and simply keep it, well, simple.
I think these are issues that deserve good conversation, an understanding of each other’s points of view, not vilification of a person you don’t know anything about. For all I know, they have very good reasons for feeling as they do but I’ll never know them from the responses they make.
And, of course, they’ll never know, much less understand, mine. I’m certainly searching very hard for my soul at times like this. My ego really, really wants to put them in their place. Wherever that is.
Where has civil discourse gone? I miss it.