I’ve been thinking a lot about social media, and what we’ve all come to label “internet trolls” lately. Actually, the thought of dealing with trolls is what kept me off social media for years. I remember when Facebook first became a thing, somebody from my high school, who once again wouldn’t reveal herself, sent me a message saying that she grew up to be a practicing witch, and that she had placed a curse on me way back in school. I chuckled at her note because if anything, my life post high school has been mostly like a dream that I could never have imagined for myself. Sure my life hasn’t been perfect, nor has it turned out at all in the way I had planned it, and thank God for that, because even with all the hardships, challenges and difficulties it has, so far, amounted to so much more than I ever thought I would get. So, even though in my heart I knew that she was obviously pissed about something I had done to her decades ago, it gave me the creeps and I got off Facebook pronto, and stayed off social media up until a couple of years ago. Even when I first came back to social media, I dipped my toe in with a private Instagram, just to see if I could stomach it. But when I started shopping my writing in earnest, it was strongly recommended that I have a platform if I had any hope of landing an agent and a deal.
Now here I am, putting it all out there, writing this blog with the same tone, and irreverent spice that I’ve written my first non-fiction book with. My blog is my opinion. My blog contains my thoughts on how I view the world around me. My blog is MINE, and some, many of you in fact, might not like it. And I’m okay with that, twenty year old me would not have been, but forty-eight year old me totally gets it. I know that you don’t have to like it, or me, because, like me you’re a free bitch and can read, follow, like, agree/disagree with whatever you want in this life. And that’s the beauty of freedom. We all have the right, and the ability to choose. Choose what we say, choose what we feel, and choose how we react. Nobody is holding a gun to your head, or mine to like one another. If you read my blog and decide “hey this isn’t for me” cool beans, thanks for giving me a whirl, I appreciate you taking your time to check me out. You don’t have to like me, anymore than I have to like you. Move along. Go read bloggers that resonate with you and how you see the world.
If there is one thing that anybody needs to know about me, in case it hasn’t been figured out by now, is that if you come after my girls, or my husband on social media I will defend them. That is not being a person who writes from a defensive point of view, that is a wife/mother setting people straight and letting them know that how I roll is that I don’t take attacks against my family lying down. I wish I wasn’t’ like this, I really do. I so wish I was more like Jesus; “turn the other cheek” sort of person. Or hell, I wish I was like the great Michelle Obama; “when they go low, we go high.” I tend to be more of a “go for the jugular type spicy meatball.” I mean, I’m not like that ALL THE TIME, there are times when I am the Jesus/Michelle best version of myself, actually lots of time. If you saw what I deal with when pitching shows, shopping my books, how my girls mouth off at me, or when Yannick is pissy for no good reason, or the negative comments on my social media and my blog, you’d be surprised that I’m not lashing out more often. I always say to YB; “if you could see how many times I’ve thought; ‘burn down the entire village, nobody gets out alive’ and NOT done that, you’d be so proud me.”
To which he often responds; “well that can’t be healthy.” But it is what it is, some of us simply run hot. I’m one of those people. I definitely have all the pieces in the right place to be a woke ass, mouthing off on everybody’s social media type person, and yet I’m not. So, if I, a self proclaimed mouthpiece, can manage to censor myself in a way that understands that not everybody needs to know what I think about them, or their opinions etc, etc, etc, is it really too much to ask other woke people to also check themselves better? I happen to think not.
My all time favorite comment that woke people make on my opinion blog, is that I only agree with people who have the same point of view as me. Well duh, aren’t we all like that??? Have you ever seen a Vegan date a carnivore?? But I digress…I mean, I can, and often do see the other person’s POV, but I don’t AGREE with it when it is opposite of mine. I mean, why would I? Isn’t that the entire point of having an opinion, or choosing a side of an argument? Is that you believe in your side 100% which is why you’ve picked it??? I mean call me crazy, but that’s what I thought having an opinion, or a side, or taking a stand meant. It means you’ve picked your team, and you’re going to support it, argue it, and stick to it no matter what. No??? Look at Leafs fans, hell look at fans of #45. You back your side, your opinion, your team no matter what. I personally wouldn’t go that far, or ride that hard for my opinion, I’m also open to being wrong, and seeing a better way, but some people would, and do. And to that I say, to each their own. Love who love, back who you back, if it makes you happy. But not everybody thinks like this, and this is what’s wrong with our world; too many people out there think that they don’t need to understand where you’re coming from because what’s important is that you must only see where they’re coming from. This is ass backward to me. Believing in my opinion doesn’t seem as crazy to me as the behaviour of people who don’t agree with you, yet bash you for not agreeing/thinking/coming over to their way of thinking. Now those people really make me go “hmmm” and need to move along, because the last time I checked, this is my opinion blog, not my survey blog.