I’ve always been a quiet observer.
Maybe this is a residual effect of being the youngest sibling which afforded me the unexpected gift of being able to watch my older relatives make mistakes while learning not to follow in those footsteps.
Maybe it’s because I’m a Scorpio. We Pluto gals would much rather observe than be observed. This way, we can keep you at arms-length and feel like we have the upper hand in the situation.
Maybe it’s because of my corrections background. When you work in a prison, you learn very quickly how to make astute observations: to ‘read the room’ so to speak. This skill can literally save lives.
Whatever the reason, I’ve always considered this personality trait a positive one.
That is, until recently.
The combination of social media + pandemic equals a complete goat rodeo. A shit-show. A cluster beyond my wildest imagination.
I struggle even putting this down on paper because words escape me.
The thing is, the observer inside me is curious and open-minded and finds the sharing of information to be a form of nourishment. I cherish the free flow of communication afforded us by social media.
Sometimes, it’s a fantastic way of getting in touch with people, of finding real-time solutions to problems and even creating incredibly positive and worthwhile movements.
Unfortunately, it’s also become a tool for cruelty, judgement, blatant lies and the slandering of our fellow humans.
It’s like a throne people sit on, pronounce themselves “the omnipotent” and proceed to spew gross generalizations and forced opinions with the unshakeable surety that they are right and anyone who disagrees is wrong.
And my brain, my heart and my spirit can’t take it anymore.
It literally causes me pain. The observer in me has seen it and absorbs it. The born and bred mid-western good girl with manners and class prevents me from responding to any of it.
Penning this blog post is as close as I’ll get and it’s teetering on the edge of “getting involved in the drama” which I have made a lifetime of avoiding at all costs.
Still, as a member of the Human Race, the pain and hatred and sheer madness I see from my brothers and sisters compels me to do something. To say something. So, here it is:
Just stop. Please.
I would like to introduce a little word called grace into this situation. Now, more than ever, we could all use some. For each other and for ourselves.
There is a book called, A Course in Miracles which is meant to be an instruction manual of sorts for those who are so inclined to learn how to live the life they were born to live.
Here’s a quote from the book, “Love does not conquer all things, but it does set all things right.”
I’ll just leave that here…