Friday Afternoon Confessional: Less than cordial
I confess to wimping out last week when it came to writing a confession. My intent all week had been to describe how a steady barrage of bad news – mostly minor, but still mood altering bad news – had been wearing away at my optimism and usual sunny disposition. When the Sandy Hook news came, I scrapped it because I didn’t want the tone of the thing to be, “It had already been a bad week and now THIS!” As if the tragedy were something I had to endure. In that kind of situation, my response would usually be to go to a Plan B (sorry for the phrasing John Boehner) of keeping it light and offering readers refuge from the larger world. That didn’t seem the right way to go, either. So, a confession was flushed.
I confess that more and more, when I see opinions I don’t agree with, my first internal response is “Go fuck yourself.”
Mind you, this isn’t to minor things. It’s not like I think that when people say things like, “You can’t be the beer lover you claim to be if you don’t enjoy IPAs.” No…wait. That would be my internal response if somebody said that. My point then, is that I find this vulgar internal response popping up every time people confidently voice an opinion that is completely dismissive of the possibility I might not share it.
“Hey dumbasses who want to ban all guns…”
“These union workers are about to get a taste of the real world.”
This sort of thing.
I confess that Saturday morning, after the Sandy Hook tragedy, I sat down and wrote letters to both of my Senators and my Representative. I’m not really confessing about that. That felt good. I do confess that for the next couple days after doing so, I looked for opportunities in conversation to let it be known that I had done so. I tried to tell myself I was doing it to try to encourage others to do the same, but if I’m being honest it was at least partially to get the pats on the back.
I now turn the discussion to you, silent reader. Perhaps you let your own internal initial responses slip out unedited? Preferably with disastrous results that are humorous for those of us who are far removed from the situation. Maybe you feel silly for allowing yourself to worry ever so briefly about whether the world really was going to end today. Whatever it may be, feel free to share.
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