I told you all my readers and others that I wanted to take a couple of days to myself. Hence the post “gone fishing“.
Why did I write the post? Simple, I am sick of the assorted crap and adult kindergarteners who are more ill-behaved than actual kindergarteners in need of a nap.
I still am sick of the assorted crap, only today a different line is being drawn in the sand: zero tolerance of the trolling, doxxing, cyber stalking, real stalking, and harassment of me.
I have experienced it all, hence the nice graphic above. Cyber-stalking, doxxing, trolling, cyber-bullying, hate speech, public shaming, intimidation, and threats. I have a file, law enforcement is quite aware.
I am a blogger. I also am actually a writer who has had professional bylines. Therefore, when they the stupor fans say I am hiding, I have to ask “how hard have you looked?”
Because I choose NOT to interact with these inane and nasty types of people, I am “hiding”. Choosing not to interact with assh*les is not hiding, it is valuing myself more. It’s self-care after a fashion.
Why does anyone have to have a conversation with keyboard warriors if they choose not to? The answer is you do not. And then there are the ones who say they’ve never met me or interacted with me. That is pretty funny, because oh yes quite a few of you have. Yes, you never know with whom you speak and spout your crazy face to face, do you? Of course the other amusing thing is so many of these keyboard warriors are so incredibly weak and dare I say it, almost soft-spoken in reality. I find that fascinating.
Because of my interactions with these people, I also choose NOT to patronize certain businesses, even if I like the owners. Sometimes they are the owners, sometimes they are the employees of the owners. I don’t wish these businesses ill, so I simply find excuses not to stop in, even when invited. Just like I don’t plague family members of these people or try to do them harm.
Someone asked me recently who I was. I answered that I am myself. That is entirely true. I am not a different person depending on the time of day, year, hour. I am an individual whose voice you just don’t like. Not my literal speaking voice, but because I speak my truth.
This summer I have been doxxed several times. Last year I was doxxed by a Stepford Wife for Totalitarianism who also showed a photo of me in a hospital gown during the time I was undergoing breast cancer surgery and treatment. That was a purely petty female attempt to bully me, only it backfired, didn’t it? There is something that is such in just bad taste when you do that during breast cancer awareness month, which this woman did.
And this behavior happens again, and again, and again. I am one middle aged woman, yet I am apparently such a threat to them? How can someone they don’t know who has no desire to interact or socialize with them be such a threat? Or is it because I have no desire to interact or socialize with them I am a threat?
Or am I just a threat because I speak my mind when I feel something is wrong?
These are the people who don’t wish to actually have a conversation with you (or me.) These are the people who are society’s misfits for whatever reason. It is hard for them to accept that they aren’t liked essentially because they are just not universally likable.
I am O.K. if not everyone likes me or loves me because I know who I am. I know who actually cares in real time, and with my loved ones and friends, it’s not about pretense. Our political persuasions, religions, belief systems, and even races are not all the same. You see, you can like people who are not the mirror images of you.
But sadly, that is what makes a lot of these people uncomfortable: if you aren’t the same as them. To them I say, it’s O.K. to live in your beige, beige worlds. God did not create us all to be identical, and God knows you don’t think a lot of us are your equals. And that is O.K. too.
It’s time to draw a line in the sand with regard to targeted harassment.
The following was posted on my blog’s Facebook page at approximated 2:30 AM. I took the screenshot at 8:30 AM when I blocked and reported another fake profile harassing me.
Think about that a minute: they went to all the trouble of creating a fake profile with no history, just so they could harass me, a middle-aged woman at 2:30 AM. Harassing and doxxing me. Saying I am hiding.
I am not hiding. And doxxing me doesn’t mean you will be able to hide forever, either. It all gets logged and reported.
Let’s break down what they said:
(1) I am supposedly hiding. I am not hiding. I just choose whom I wish to associate with which is obviously not them.
(2) I am the one causing all of the division and hate? Umm where exactly besides inside your tiny little mind? That statement is equally sad and pretty funny, so I guess I am personally responsible for establishing world peace too?
(3) “A whole lot of deleted comments and posts on here isn’t healthy” Gosh I am so terribly sorry, the grammar police will definitely be arresting you for sad, sad verbiage. Oh and who decides healthy? Your pal Dr. Oz, perhaps? And deleted comments? Gosh by golly, I guess you forgot you don’t rule the world and the Facebook pages of others?
(4) They are new here? Ha ha ha umm O.K. whatever you say and you won’t have to worry your empty head about anything, you were removed from the page. And why? So you aren’t upset and you can go harass and doxx someone else for a while.
Now let’s look at the profile. Newly created. Only likes a couple of things which are probably not representative of what they actually like or patronize. I still think this is a woman, or maybe they are just petty like a woman.
So why does this happen? Simple: I am not them. I don’t think like them. I am not one of them. I also don’t put up with being bullied, harassed , or intimidated online. And yes, law enforcement does keep an eye out on these activities. Not because I am a horrible person, but rather because people attempt horrible things on myself and others. Every. Single. Day.
I can’t control these people. Their behavior is on them. But they are incensed they can’t control me. But their behavior should not be tolerated by anyone. I don’t cause all the division and hate locally, regionally, nationally, or world-wide. But I will speak out when I feel something is not right. That makes me a threat to their personal perception or ideal of world order. That is on them, not on me, or anyone else.
We all have choices to make in this life of ours. We can choose to squander our lives with hate and bad behavior, or we can try to make our world a better place. I don’t pretend to have all of the answers, I never have. But as a grown ass woman, I know I don’t have to read blogs or Facebook pages I don’t agree with. But human gaper delay being what it is, some of these people are quite literally obsessed with me. That, in fact is what is not healthy. Bless their hearts, Vanna can they buy a clue?
Ciao for now. I would say thanks for stopping by, but y’all interrupted going fishing.
Here’s hoping my stupor fans don’t choke on their hypocrisy today, bless their hearts.