This week, I’m headed to Oregon to meet some great food bloggers and try to regain perspective.
I originally wrote regain sanity, instead of perspective, and then I got worried that that would be insensitive to the insane, and that the internet pitchfork crew would show up and wave their poky rakes around these parts.
“YOU ARE DISRESPECTING THE MENTALLY ILL.”
(I certainly hope I am not. I love the mentally ill.)
I wrote some dumb stuff in my past. I see that people get crucified for writing dumb stuff in their past.
I worry about that.
Drat, I said crucified. Someone’s going to get mad that they knew someone who really was crucified and now I’m insensitive to the crucified.
“YOU ARE DISRESPECTING EVERYONE WHO DIED IN THAT TORTUOUS MANNER.”
(I certainly hope I am not. I’d hate to see anyone tortured and put to death.)
I’ve been pretty thoughtless in my past and I see that people get demonized for that now.
I worry about that.
Rats, I said demonized. Someone’s going to get upset that I’m insensitive to Lucifer lovers and Satanists the world over.
“YOU ARE DISRESPECTING PEOPLE WHO HONOR THE DARK.”
(I certainly hope I am not. Satanists have an interesting thing going on.)
What I’m saying is that, in my corner of the internet, we have lost our sense of humor, our ability to see past hyperbole and our mob-like sensibilities are trigger-happy.
Actually, that’s a good thing overall.
We’re strengthening our empathy muscles.
But this transition is a bitch.
Yep, I probably could have used a more gender-neutral noun for that one, but you’ll forgive me for the larger point.
When we get to a spot in the world
where everyone has been publicly shamed for
their stupidity, their thoughtlessness and
their bumbling humanity,
we can show kindness,
our true empathy,
from a more honest place.
In the meantime, I’m putting my pitchfork down, and working on my empathy.
(No offense meant to the people who actually have to wave pitchforks for a living.)