How other people view us, really, isn’t relevant.
It seems as though the last several years have brought a focus that wasn’t as prominent as it had been in years past.
Popularity of social media, the lax commutations we have adapted, such as texting, tweeting and so on (anything one can identify as means), has really changed society in negative ways. With it all, a sad thing has occurred:
People compete for image–a need for being seen and heard–more than ever.
The ability to do so. The never-ending exposure of ourselves and the personal spheres in which we live, via means of the all-hailed internet and the kings of the new world, the cell phone companies. It can be a good thing in many ways, but it can also bring a million different problems with it. A few, that I am observing this morning, I believe, stem directly from the accelerated means of sharing.
Communicating with a blogger has been a fiasco. For months, I have been torn apart for my beliefs, my thoughts, my personal walk with God, and nearly everything I have talked about within my writings. I have a freedom of speech within my country, and I am grateful. But, just like our freedom to utilize the internet and worship the great smartphone, I have been judged, ridiculed, told what I should be doing, told that my views are incorrect, corrected, and so on. A voice is no longer valid, and I believe is has a lot to do with the readily available means of communication. In return, I have retaliated. In return, and honestly, because I had chosen to read the crap, I became someone I regret being.
Writing was once enjoyable. But, and I’ll be frank, because I identify myself as a Christian, I don’t really enjoy doing it anymore. A therapeutic thing to help curb my anxiety (writing/blogging) quickly became a device that only fueled my conundrums. Christians–some of the worst critics of all people–have aided in tearing me completely apart as a person. From living a world of hurt for the majority of my life, finding peace in God (which remains), to having a horrid church experience, along with the horrifying, self-appointed “leadership” within it, to finding solace, to sharing my experiences here at W.P., to being picked apart by so-called “holy people”, I am now reluctant to speak of anything.
People–crazy, competitors for image–are able to tune in and tell us how to run things. I know those individuals I personally speak of do a lot of surfing of the internet and flood themselves with tons of information. After all, it was coined the “information highway” years ago. Today, the highway is bumper to bumper. It’s sad to see the holy people doing such great things in the name of the Lord.
I’m happy to be able to vent a little. That’s one of the reasons I write. I know others can relate. And, I assume others also see what I mean. I sometimes wish I could have lived in another time–a time when communication was slow. A time when people weren’t so focused on what other people were doing, because they didn’t know what they were doing.