guess what name i was called. it doesn’t require a knowledge of rocket science or even a working articulate vocabulary to come up with this one. “asshole.”
i thought about retorting, “is this a conversation starter or a conversation closer?”
or “sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me.”
or “did you skip kindergarten altogether?”
or “why is it that anytime facts are presented and conversation is possible the choice is made to resort to ugly name-calling instead?”
or – nothing.
the really hard thing here is that my own beloved sister “liked” that this third person called me this name. wow. i must say i would never publicly call my sister or any relative a derogatory name. there are some things that being related stops you from doing. well, at least in my opinion.
and so, what?
i don’t know.
i guess it is time to stop worrying. it’s time to stop encouraging fact-checking and critical thinking. it’s time to cease pointing out discrepancies, inequalities and bigoted, prejudiced sways. it’s time to no longer attempt to ask questions, have conversation, communicate about differences. it’s time to turn a deaf ear to the vitriol, rhetoric and hatred spewed in the name of patriotism. it’s time to step back and let the chips fall where they may and then not step in them.
or maybe not.
i don’t know.
but i guess it’s time to realize that, yes, it could have been worse. i could have been called a cupcake or a snowflake or, worse yet, infantile. oh. that’s right. been there, done-been-called-that.
yup. intellect and intelligent discourse are at a premium these days.
donkey photo credit: linda t.