I thought about not have a comment section on this blog. The reason is simple: I don’t care what you think.
Ouch, Andréa. That hurt my feelings.
Too fucking bad.
And yes, I’m pissed off. Why? Because lately, there are a few characters from my past (who will not be named) who feel the need to comment on my shit.
Like if I post something on Facebook, and we talk often, then by all means, leave a comment. Call me out on my shit. We’re good.
But if we haven’t spoken in years, and the first way you want to remind me of your existence is to critique my life on a public forum. Bye. I don’t need you.
I find it so bizarre that this phenomenon happens. The advent of social media has entitled people to feel like their opinion matters.
I’ll admit, I fall victim to this too. I leave Trip Advisor reviews like the rest of ya’ll.
But where I get confused is when people have so much time on their hands to that they feel the need to review, belittle, and shame someone else’s life.
In the past few months, I’ve gotten comments from…
… an old family friend negating my feelings of fear at the new president
… a past teacher asking if I go to church
… a potential new friend (who I never actually met) saying that she didn’t like me
… a professional contact asking when I’m going to have children
Is this just me or is this weird? I don’t know these people well, I never have, and I probably never will.
That’s the inherent flaw with the Internet right now. Everyone has an opinion and everyone thinks that opinion is right. And they don’t stop there, they feel the need to share their “right-ness” with anyone and everyone who will listen.
Like I said, I’m totally ok with people calling me out on my shit. I’m not perfect. Never claimed to be. But if I don’t know you, send me a private message first. Is that too much to ask?
Or even better, keep your goddamn opinions to your goddamn self. Bye.