Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Once More With(out) Feeling

I keep writing because it allows me to clear the dross from my head.

Nobody reads these but me, so I do not worry about what I say for any

reason other than I try to remember privacy concerns for others. I do

admit that at times I would like someone to read these and maybe be

able to hold a conversation about my thoughts. However, lately maybe

I think that I would rather not have others read these after all. In a

previous post from January of this year, I mentioned that I have opinions,

but I stopped sharing them on other platforms because apparently my

opinions were either wrong, or I was just not allowed to have or express

them.


(Insert image of a man who has been gagged or censored, except the

only images that I can find are of women because this only happens

to women.)


(And if you are already pissed off because I insinuated that it cannot

happen to a man as well, your attitude is showing.)


(People really do need to realize that another X [person or race or sex or

nationality] can be a victim as well without taking away your victim status)


In my prior post, I mentioned some of the responses I received regarding

me expressing my opinion. I heard “Oh, come on!” and “You can’t seriously

believe that crap!” and “Maybe you should just back down a little.” As I said,

I am not allowed to have my own opinion. 


Two recent events.


A recent comment I made in response to a friend’s post gave me pause

to consider that I wanted to say more on the subject. It was a poll post,

where people could select a specific answer, then add their comments

as well. I did. I then wrote my own post based on the comment I had

added and expounding further about how I felt a certain group had

been treated. Or, more accurately, mistreated. I (mistakenly) expressed

my thoughts about this and how I felt regarding this mistreatment and

offered some additional ideas about how I thought people could work

through making changes to prevent this from continuing to happen.


One friend, or former friend now maybe, commented on the first half of

my comments, but had apparently not completely read my words as

their feelings mirrored what I had stated later. Her words matched what

I had felt and posted, but stopped short of reading what I said after the

initial part. Another person also answered my comment on the original

thread, but, too, had failed to read to the end. They did, however, have

their own opinion on my words. Theirs must have been more valid. 


I absolutely loathe to delete my posts. I feel that words are important.

The words a person uses should be considered. I understand that learning

a new truth about something which you have had thoughts or feelings

about may make you edit your words, but I also do not think that people

should just post mean things just to hurt others. Stick to the truth.

Acknowledge when you are stating an opinion. Opinions should matter too.


Apparently, mine do not. After re-reading my post and understanding where

the comments were coming from, I came to the realization that my own

opinion does not matter and I removed my post and the original comment

on the other thread. Nobody has missed them.


The second event was similar, but had the same effect. Over a period of

time I noted that when I was talking with people they would simply just

shut down to whatever I was discussing. I literally just watched as they

stopped listening, stopped considering what I was thinking, and discounted

any further discussion. When it happens repeatedly, you get the message.

My opinion only matters when I agree with them or if the topic at hand is

inconsequential. How I feel does not signify.


But that is just my opinion.