It is 4:30am and I’m sitting here quietly typing in a room lit only be two computer screens and the occasional bout of lightening. The sound of the rain pitter-pattering faster, then slower against my windows, accompanied by the wind creeping through cracks in the glass, all remind me of some random scene in some scary movie. My mind begins to travel to different times in my life as I check the weather website to make sure this is just a thunderstorm and nothing more serious. That’s what I do now. I’m all grown up and now I worry about things like whether or not a thunderstorm is going to turn into some demonic creation of Gaia sent to remind us whose home we live upon. Do I need to trick my animals into the bathroom along with my purse and medications? Dancing in the deluge no longer an option. Oh but once upon a time….and my mind begins to roam through the remnants of days long gone.
April Fool’s Day has come and gone. It’s the one day of the year that we’re expected to relax and expect bad to epic pranks. I’ve seen all sorts of prank wars on YouTube between couples that are far more tolerant than I would ever be. I’ve seen women smashing Xboxes….those things are freaking expensive! Let someone bash in my PC as a joke! I don’t care if they had a backup or a brand new better PC….that’s cash money, yo! For years, I’ve pranked my mother by claiming to see a spider somewhere near her. Hell, I even did that shit over the phone and she still feel for it. Yeah, she cusses me out every year, but that’s how I know I got her.
There are certain pranks that are just classics, especially now with most people locked into social media. People will announce they’re getting married, divorced, a new job, pregnant, car crash, etc. Now, rarely does anyone fake a death or some deadly disease, but when they do its usually someone famous and they can get away with it. Now, most of these jokes are so common that I hardly even find them amusing, unless presented in a very unique way. What I have not witnessed until this year (doesn’t mean it didn’t happen) was someone getting so bent out of shape over a public prank on social media that they took it upon themselves to rant about said joke and how it offended them. Naturally, there were people ready and willing to jump on the offended bandwagon. To be fair, there were also a handful of people defending the offensive joke.
Here’s the the filtered tea. The joke was a pregnancy announcement. Several people fell for it and that made it funny to me. The person offended apparently couldn’t have kids or had recently lost a child during pregnancy. I honestly can’t remember the details, because the comments on both threads had my head spinning. Eventually, the joker, being a truly wonderful person, resended her joke and apologized to all of FB. Thus, the offended, also a wonderful person, took down her rant.
Ok, so here’s why it bothered me. I honestly don’t get why this was so offensive. I can’t have kids. I had two miscarriages, but swore I’d never try again. I couldn’t deal with the idea of getting my hopes up and losing another one. I absolutely hate the very idea of baby showers and I refuse to go them, because they upset me so badly. Just receiving an invitation can make me cry sometimes. However, I would NEVER lash out, publicly OR privately, over being invited. I wouldn’t dream of making it about me. I simply accept it as part of life and decline the invite with one excuse or another. I don’t even tell them that real reason I can’t go is that I’m not mentally stable enough to sit through someone else’s joyous occasion because it triggers so much personal pain. Hell, I’ve had to endure work baby showers that sent me to the bathroom to calm down. So, to rain all over social media because an innocent joke triggered you? Well, here’s the thing…once that shit is out there, people have seen it. I guarantee someone has a screen shot of it and friends were lost over this stupid joke. Now the whole world knows how sensitive you are and how easily you’re triggered….and quite frankly, it made a mountain out of mole hill. We as humans have got to stop being so easily offended. We can’t take everything so personally. I personally find it exhausting and I understand that sometimes stuff bothers us deeply, but not everything is meant for social media. It simply creates a rift between people that wasn’t necessary. So, please, if you’re truly offended by someone’s behavior….perhaps you should approach the person offending you, but take sometime to think it over. Is this something that offends you personally? Was the offensive thing aimed at you specifically? I mean, just think about it. Most of us are adults, let’s start acting like it. Because quite frankly, I’m offended by every Tom, Dick, and Sally walking around with chips on their shoulders just waiting to be offended so they can rant all over social media about it. So, there…your overt sensitivity offends me. How you like them apples? (and ffs, don’t take this as a direct assault…it fits a gazillion scenarios….I think both women are beautiful and amazing, it was just one of those things, ya know?)
hair: [RA] Tashie Hair (*new* @ FaMESHed)
head: CATWA HEAD Denice
body: Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara
skin: #PUMEC – Sophia
tattoo: IDTTY Body Shop – Feline Gaze
“I woke up I was stuck in a dream
You were there you were tearing up everything
We all know how to fake it baby
We all know what we’ve done
We must be killers children of the wild ones
Killers, where we’ve got left to run”
~ Mikky Ekko – We Must Be Killers
It’s funny, I asked a friend of mine for help for something to write or at least a song to go with this photo. I have an entire list of songs that I often go to for inspiration, but I rarely go to the list AFTER I’ve taken a photo. He suggested this song and I quickly realized it was one of the songs on my inspiration list. So, my favorite part of the song is quoted below and the song itself can be found below the credits.
Don’t wanna be the parenthetical, hypothetical
Working onto something that I’m proud of, out of the box
An epoxy to the world and the vision we’ve lost
I’m an apostrophe
I’m just a symbol to remind you that there’s more to see
I’m just a product of the system, a catastrophe
And yet a masterpiece, and yet I’m half-diseased
And when I am deceased
At least I go down to the grave and die happily
Leave the body and my soul to be a part of thee
I do what it takes”
There’s just something about a new pair of shoes that will light up your day, provided they fit right and don’t hurt your feet. Luckily, in SL, that is never an issue. Matching them up with a new outfit is even better. Again, in SL, this is one of the simply joys you can’t always enjoy in the real world. There’s just a pep in your step that wasn’t there before.