I was born with a gene, passed down from my father, for sarcasm. It’s in my blood. It’s impossible for me to muffle my sarcastic nature.
But I’ve never thought of myself as a mean person. It’s the other gene I have, passed down from my mother, for non-confrontation. Like the sarcasm gene, it’s in my blood. It’s nearly impossible for me to be confrontational.
I’m not an instigator. I don’t seek out drama. I keep stressors at bay. It’s kind of a medical necessity these days.
Unfortunately, around the internets lately, I’ve been seeing a shite-ton of instigators.
The instigators to whom I am referring are the people who leave hurtful comments and send cruel messages, sometimes threatening, always negative.
I don’t understand these people.
It’s completely baffling to me how someone can create a Twitter account simply to harass someone very recently diagnosed with a serious medical condition. (NOTE: I was going to link to the person who is harrassing Erin @queenofspain, but he/she resorted to posting Erin’s phone number publicly on Twitter, so I’m not going to make things worse for her. You can check her Twitter stream for the asshole.)
It’s out of my realm of understanding for someone to tell me they are going to send their relatives to find me where I live because her $12 order has yet to arrive. I also can’t understand why she would create a Facebook account simply to harass me, curse at me, insult me, and threaten to call my local police station to file a report of theft. Why? Because her $12 order hadn’t arrived to her in a different country.
It’s mind blowing me to see one of my best friends insulted publicly about permanent artwork on her skin. I believe in the old adage, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” So what if you don’t like her tattoo or don’t understand it? It’s permanent. To say anything negative about it would definitely hurt her feelings, likely forever.
It’s incomprehensible for me to understand the person who leaves a hurtful comment on my friend’s blog where she bares her sensitive soul about her challenging son. It is HER choice to ask for help in the ways of community support by telling her story. It is NO ONE’S business to tell her what she can and cannot write about HER own family.
It’s astounding that someone would leave me a comment (in a previous post) telling me that I should go back to writing about my period instead of writing about receiving sponsored products and my opinion of our health care system. I don’t have to defend myself and what I write about. I don’t have to answer to someone else, someone whom I don’t know, someone who has only once or twice ever been to my blog. I invite those people to move on to someone who appreciates the vitriol they spew.
I just.
Don’t.
Get it.
I need a dose of double rainbows. And apparently, the rest of the world does, too.






















