Sometimes in this world we bump into each other. At times it is a gentle glancing almost friendly bouncing sort of bump, sort of like a toddler running into your legs for a hug. Other times it is like a small nuclear explosion that carries its waves to the end of the universe and back. It’s the latter that makes us stop short and stare like a small rabbit caught in the headlights of a Mack truck bearing down on it with the horn blasting.
The Web, the fascinating wide open internet, can be so very much like the siren’s song of ancient Greek mythology; luring the unsuspecting into a whirlpool of anger and hurt feelings. Everyone of these letters I am typing on this blank space goes out to the whole world. Anyone and everyone with just the tiniest bit of techi-ness can pull them up on their own flickering screen and read them. Not only read them but re-interpret them according to their own life views. Since most of this Big Blue Marble we are spinning on has never met me nor will they, their interpretations probably are not anything like the way they were put onto the page. Mostly, and completely I think, because I am the only one inside my head, I am the only one who truly knows what I am trying to express by my writings. Those who know me, those who are part of my life, know some of that expression. Those who only know me superficially; those who only see me where they put me or want me or are even used to seeing me might be startled or even offended by my words.
I am only me. I am only the person God created my to be. I can be no more, nor can I not live up to that. I make mistakes. I stumble, I create faux paux, I blunder like a bull in a china shop sometimes. I have been known in my life to blurt out things that I myself am startled I said. I have been known to write things to one person, not even thinking that others will read it. I have been convicted in abscentia of directing something at another human being when that was not my intention at all.
So, all my family and friends, when you see something in my writings, no matter where that writing turns up, that offends, hurts, angers, confuses, disgusts or other wise elicits a totally negative response in you—talk to me about it! I am not by nature a vindictive person, you who are my friends and family know that. So call me up, text me, Facebook me, whatever; but please keep the lines of communication open. The very worst, the most hurtful thing one human being can do to another is to shut them out, cutting off all means of an understanding.
I will accept and honor your anger and your hurt if you but will keep the doors of true human connection open between us. For if we keep talking we just might find a place we can continue to talk to each other. The biggest problems in this world start when someone leaves the table.