I’ve been surprised and a little troubled at the string of hurt feelings, specious misunderstandings, and unintentionally bruised egos I’ve seen lately because of things posted on various social media . . . particularly Facebook. Especially this time of year.
An alternative title to this post was; “It’s All Fun & Games Until It Gets Personal”.
Another one was; “I’m Beginning to Loathe Facebook”.
I’m the guy who not long ago announced on his own FB page:
“One of the unfortunate limits of the written word is that it can never adequately portray the appropriate depth of sarcasm necessary for certain times . . . now, of course, being one of those times.”
You know, I get that the printed word doesn’t do much but lay there; waiting merely to be picked up, examined like some archeological specimen, to be interpreted through the often well-intentioned yet ill-informed lens of the particular examiner. Like a piece of bone lacking the flesh and musculature that gives you the full image of the original species, the printed word lacks the subtle nuance that any type of spoken inflection can add—be it sarcasm, tenderness, empathy, humor, desperation, anger, or guilt.
Whatever I write, I tend to read back exactly as I intend it to sound. That doesn’t mean you will; no matter how I italicize, capitalize or dramatize with color. There’s been my fair share of situations, be it through misunderstandings, misguided intentions, or short-sighted emotions–whether I was involved in the original commentary or not–where I’ve felt the desire to step in; trying in my own often misguided, misunderstood, overly emotional way, to salvage friendships (or ‘friend’ships), mend misunderstandings, or try to round up fiery reactions like so many herd of cats.
Then . . . it happened to me. Continue reading It’s All Fun & Games Until Someone Gets Hurt