It is quite baffling the things people feel they have a right to say. Free speech and right to an opinion are nifty and dandy. However, it has become a cheap commodity. But do people have to be so classless while exercising their rights?
Apparently so, at least on Social Media especially on Facebook and Twitter. There are some people who litter negativity around and wonder why they have got a trashy life.
My mantra had always been this:
I will never wash my dirty linen in public.
If you are a blogger and have known me since I started out to blog in 2007, you would have known by now that I speak without fear, bias, or inhibitions. I strongly speak out my mind on issues. As a matter of fact, a nemesis I am by those who can’t handle how I wielded my tongue.
However, I had slowly learned to filter out what I write on my blogs as things had considerably altered my perception on wearing my heart on my sleeves and giving too much information (TMI) to readers when I became the subject of insults and bashings in 2010. Two years later, the culprit sought my forgiveness and whether it was sincere or not, it did not really matter. I knew myself more than anyone else.
When they dissected me like a laboratory specimen hurling false accusations and derogatory remarks against my person, they were hurting and degrading themselves even more rather than myself.
This ugly incident taught me a hard lesson. It occurred to me that you can never please everyone; by blogging honestly from the heart, you can either get genuine friends or mortal nemesis.
It is no different when blogging was on a wane with the rise of fame and glory of Facebook. This platform had made it so much easier and convenient for bloggers like me to get in touch with family and friends by posting short statuses instantly without having to log in to my blogs’ dashboards and blogging about things lengthily and comprehensively.
Presumably, my real friends and family would be interested to get updated with things about me. However, it is for a fact that NOT ALL in my friends’ list do care and bother about what I do- my little triumphs and painful struggles; how happy and excited I get on trivial, minute things; how my heart melts at the little sweet things that my husband does for me, and etc.
With the happy and positive things I get to share on my Facebook timeline or across my blogs, you might get the impression that I live a “perfect” life. Truth be told, just like anyone else’s, I also live a very flawed and imperfect life.
I lose my temper the same way my husband does, we experience trials and tribulations just like any other couple, we have our petty and not-so-petty arguments and fights, and we encounter almost everything that any other married couples face.
But you do not really need to know about all of these rubbish because I want to only imbibe positivity, love, and happiness.
Like you and everyone else, I have my own garbage but I chose to dwell on the good things rather than the bad. At the end of the day, I am still blessed in more ways than I ever deserved. I can only recount my blessings and never my failures, frustrations, and disappointments.
I do not want my angst and complaints about anything bad or gloomy in my life to be another piece of gossip to blabber about. My issues and dramas are my own to resolve; I’d rather spare you with the ugly details.
That is the primary reason why you will never get me to publish anything ugly on my Facebook or my blogs. I chose to be positive and happy despite all the negativities and toxicities that are happening around me.
My imperfections and flaws need not be dissected and judged by you. It is up between me and my Maker.
Of course, not everyone is going to agree with me- that is so fine. While we all value free speech and that we are all entitled to our own opinions, I believe with strong conviction that there is a time and place for everything. Once it’s out there in the world wide web, there is no taking it back. We may feel mighty and untouchable with the freedom to express behind our computers but more often than not, some things are better left unsaid.
Now tell me, does that make me a hypocrite and a fake?