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Interesting link as it applies to fandom, especially hate memes: Opting Out, a post on the blogger's right to conserve mental energy. "So, to sum up, sometimes the best thing is to just refuse to deal with the bullshit. To opt out. It's really liberating, actually. See, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter if people like me. It doesn't matter if people think I'm "inclusive" or "welcoming" or whatever. It's not my job to give a voice to assholes. It's not my obligation to include all people. It's not my responsibility to justify myself to people, to give those people my anger and energy, who will never accept any justification that I might offer. At the end of the day, people who believe in their own position don't bend over backwards to please those who disagree with them or who dislike them. They don't expend energy on making those who disagree with them or who dislike them feel good."
So, y'know, there's my contribution for the day.
So, y'know, there's my contribution for the day.
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*grin*
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I like that concept. A lot.
Of course I have the privilege of being a complete unknown, so opting out is easy. I know there are many people who don't have as easy a time.
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It's hard for me to realize, but: not everybody has to like me, y'know?
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I try to find the random happy for the random bad. Yesterday I saw one of my girls talking to her dad. I hadn't been introduced to the dad so I tweaked her pigtail and asked "are you gonna introduce me to dad?" He immediately got in my face and growled at me, "don't you touch my daughters hair. Never touch my daughter's hair. Her hair is real, you understand? You don't touch it, ever." Then he took her and stomped off. That completely took me aback because it's not like I gave her a new hairstyle, I simply touched it. I was feeling awful in the cardrive on the way home when I saw a guy utterly rocking out in his car to some music. He was headbanging and singing and when he saw me looking instead of getting mad or embarassed, he just grinned and rocked out even harder. So that was a random bit of happy I was able to exchange for my random bit of crap. I try to assign just as much importance to the happy little things as to the bad little things. It's hard, but when I manage it it makes me more sane.