More than just the wolves are howling this week!
Is it a full moon again already? A polar shift? Mercury in retrograde?
I have been using social media sites since 2008 and never before have I witnessed activity to rival the lunatic fringe scale of this week’s.
For the most part, I use social media for fun. I go on there to have a good time. I create funny wall signs. Often I try to encourage the politically polarized people to stop insulting one another, even though that’s a “mission impossible.”
I also try to encourage healthy living, since there is one group of people on my page who are going to die of substance abuse if they don’t find another way of living soon. That’s no exaggeration. They’re violent when drunk or high, I’ve seen it in person, and it’s pathetic. To make matters even more appalling, these people have children and grandchildren. I recently heard some of the grandchildren have gotten in trouble for substance abuse offenses – so the cycle keeps continuing.
These people also post relentlessly – on public forums – about two matters: 1) their illegal drug/alcohol abuse-of-the-evening, and 2) their paranoid fear that the police/government are reading their emails. That ought to give you some idea of the level of frying their poor brains have undergone, since this one’s a no-brainer. If you are afraid of the government or the police yet incorporating something illegal into your daily life, you may not want to put that up on a public forum, since a public forum can be accessed by the government or the police. I mean, hello!!!!! How hard is this to comprehend?
As I am one to call things as I see them, I have made lots of Facebook posts to address these desperately ill people, hoping someday that the idea of getting them to choose life over self-destruction will penetrate. If it doesn’t, well, at least I tried. I would not want to look back and wish I’d tried. It’s always better to say damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead and just attempt it.
Try explaining such a concept, though! Consistently, the same two or three dolts never, ever, ever seem to get it. Whenever I post anything that might help the poor alcoholic who breaks his door down on a regular basis to maybe, just maybe, think twice about his activities, out pop the jackasses who will label me “judgmental” or worse.
That’s right, folks: if you take a decent stand these days, if you try to so much as speak up, it’s you who will be regarded as being in the wrong. If you aren’t accepting of someone’s self-murder-in-the-making, you’re “wrong” for not encouraging their form of Russian Roulette.
So the other day I posted a status update to address that sad group again. Damn the torpedoes, etc. It was a post on how they are basically attracting the attention of the police with their status updates. They’re not just destroying themselves but pushing their luck. This time it got royally misinterpreted. I was on the receiving end of about ten threatening messages from someone who somehow thought the post was in favor of – fasten seat belts here – the events taking place in Ferguson, Missouri. It got extremely ugly, to put it mildly. I had not said anything about the situation in MO, which I wasn’t even following too closely until a few days later. I have, however, been very focused on the coverage of Robin Williams’ death, which led me to feel more urgency than usual about the substance abusers.
In another direction entirely, a different social media contact, I found out, has been approaching women on my friends list, saying I’m one of his “best friends,” and claiming I would “vouch for” him. I have never met this guy in my life. I would never vouch for some online contact without meeting them first or knowing them directly. I was also increasingly uncomfortable about the violent content of his posts. He thinks blowing things up is funny. I don’t. He sent private messages at one point saying he would like to “take a wood chipper” to another friend’s father, and he thinks that’s “funny,” too. The straw that broke the camel’s back for me, though, was when he posted about how hilarious he thinks it is to dress up as the Taliban and put fake bomb boxes on planes in an airport. Does this sound like it’s amusing to you? I love to laugh as much as the next person, but draw the line at giggling over what are, technically, murder threats and emotional terrorism. Never mind the police – this guy’s going to attract the attention of no less an entity than the Department of Homeland Security into his life and personal business if he doesn’t watch out.
Most astonishingly of all, this guy carries on as if it’s the tragedy of the Western World whenever people get freaked out by what he says to the point that they block him. Don’t want to get blocked for violence? Cut out the violence. How hard is it? In this instance, apparently, impossible.
Good thing I didn’t vouch for him, as it turns out: he got nasty to the women he dropped my name to connect with online when they would not give him their phone numbers, so you know what that’s all about.
If all this makes me someone who “doesn’t accept” such a person’s “differences,” then I say that’s all to the good! If you accept this, then what are you?