Every blogger secretly (or not so secretly) dreams of the day she gets a viral post.
I blog for The Mighty, and some of my posts have gotten a fair amount of attention, and a few have been reposted on various other pages. The primary readers of The Mighty and the pages that pick up their posts are people with disabilities and illnesses, so when one of my Mighty posts gets attention it’s all about validation and love. I could move into that space and make a cozy little home where my introverted self could soak up the online attention in solitude for hours.
But I ventured out of my comfort zone, and wrote and “open letter” on my HuffPost blog. I’ll let you read it for yourself.
Back now? Good.
As you can tell, I took the time to process the situation and write about it from an understanding and fun perspective, rather than a soapbox. This was a deliberate choice because I am a nice girl.
So as my piece for HuffPost made it’s way across the interweb, I turned on notifications, and became ever so slightly obsessive about checking them. I might have clicked on every new comment for an embarrassing amount of time.
But I was jarred back to reality and brutally reminded some people aren’t nice.
Some people responded only to the title, clearly not reading the piece. Others read the piece just mining that one line they could claim righteous indignation over, and though I was intentional to leave those out, when people want them, they find them.
So, I decided to be helpful and reword things in a way they could really understand. You know, because the whole reason I wrote the post in the first place was to engender understanding. But there are some people who just want to be awful, no matter how hard you try to communicate clearly, using an engaging tone, and friendly terms.
You see, some people don’t want to be nice. Really.
Maybe I am naive, maybe just hopelessly idealistic, but I really want to live in a world where people at least try to be nice.
I turned off my notifications and went out and puttered around in my garden. There’s a pretty significant part of me that would like to hole up and just let the world go to hell in a hand basket. But instead I will fix my mind on the people who received my offering and reciprocated in kind.
I will write my heart out to them. I will write my heart out for my kids and for families like ours. I will write and hope that others will join me and share their voices, whether it’s by writing or singing or making art or in any way being a source of peace and light in a chaotic world. Because if enough lights come together the darkness cannot survive.