The past few days have been tough for me. I have read things online that have made me shake my head, roll my eyes and click "unsubscribe" on Facebook. I enjoy the diversity of people that I have in my social media circles. I enjoy reading different opinions and thoughts but I also have a line. That line has been crossed a few too many times so I must take action to stop myself from going CRAZY. I wish I could take a deep breath and move on but if people put themselves out there to be judged, I judge. Maybe that is wrong. I don't know. But isn't that the point of status updates? To share your thoughts, reasons and feelings? And isn't that the point of the comment box, to agree or disagree?
I have been formulating a post entitled "Where I Stand" and I have been putting my thoughts together on how I can write my thoughts, my feelings, my opinions with intelligence. People might not agree and that is okay. People might comment that I suck. That is okay. But I have this space that is mine and I've always been pretty honest with what is going on in my life and in my head. Why stop now?
Why? I'll tell you why.
The climate of our world is insane. If you aren't with us, you are against us. If you dare speak up against a popular opinion/movement/event, you are stupid, racist, misogynistic, horrible, anti-woman, anti-man, anti-child, anti-fun, anti-forward thinking. I'm coming into my own on several thoughts both politically and socially. There are issues that I feel are not political issues and I wish the politicians, all of them, would STFU and stop talking about them.
So I sit on my hands and I bite my tongue and I feel the Type A personality boiling inside of me, waiting to get out. Waiting to say my piece and have a voice. But I don't want to shake things up and I don't really want to be attacked, especially on Facebook. For some reason, I feel like my space here on my blog is safer even though it is not locked down like my Facebook page.
I worry about people calling me those names I listed above even though in my heart, I know I am a good person. A great person, even. My beliefs don't make me bad. They make me ME. And I should share my beliefs in the hope that someone will read them and say "hey, I feel that way too and I'm glad I'm not alone."