I was walking into a restaurant Friday when I noticed a woman I know in front of me. We aren’t really friends, but had always been friendly. She is close friends with someone I dated, and recently I realized she had “Blocked” me on Facebook.
I enjoy Facebook for it’s good points. I love that I can keep in touch with all the people I have known over the years. I can also use it as a means for inviting people to events, and activities I think might be fun or am involved in. But I also see people use it as a means for being cruel. That’s how cruel people use it. Whiners use it to whine but that’s another blog post.
Anyway, so this woman blocked me on Facebook. I have never blocked anyone but I have been blocked a lot recently. It’s not entirely clear to me why. Perhaps the person I am dating, who used to date another person I dated, the one she is friends with…who the hell knows. Cause we are all in the 7th grade again. I wasn’t really aware of what blocking meant until I came across a conversation and noticed a response to something I couldn’t see. Wait, what are they responding to, I wondered? So I asked around. It turns out I had been blocked. All of their posts were invisible to me.
I was blocked cause I am a stalker? A jerk? A gossiper? A liar?
Um…no. I am none of those things.
I was blocked because weird controlling freaky people find some sort of fun satisfaction out of blocking people. I don’t know. The whole thing is bizarre to me. Whatever. I blew it off…laughed about it. Moved on.
Then she was standing in front of me, I ducked back…avoided her. And then I felt it.
It shocked me. I didn’t know I was angry.
Wow, I am angry at her.
I am angry at the people in the world who are cruel for no reason. Who give blind allegiance to cruelty. The Hitlers are bad enough but the people who follow Hitler types are even worse, in my opinion. (Remember this point, I am gonna bring it up again.)
I have done nothing to inspire this cruelty. It is ridiculous.
I went to rehearsal last Friday and our director asked us to find conflict in every line. To attack. We ran the play that way.
It was exhausting. Being that angry for so long. I found myself feeling isolated. And alone. Anger keeps you from connecting to anyone. And human beings need to connect. A refusal to connect, in my opinion, is the source of cruelty. An inability to connect is what creates cruelty in people. It’s ugly.
I have had a life that could have made me cruel.
It didn’t. I am not sure why it does for some people and not for others.
Everyday, I make a choice to be kind no matter what. I am and will continue to be, kind to Facebook blockers and the type that represents.
People who choose cruelty, particularly when it is undeserved, make me super angry.
So this woman, Facebook blocking lady I’m gonna call her.
I am mad at her.
So what do I do with that anger? Where do I put it?
Should I call her up and say, “what the hell, jerkface, why you gotta be a jerkface like that?”
Yeah…no. The thought of that makes me a giggle a little.
I won’t be cruel in return. Cause that ain’t me. I won’t be that. I can’t.
But I also am unsure of what to do with this unresolved anger. I cannot confront it head on…so I must deal with it somehow.
Or repress it.
Nope. That’s not good.
My repressed anger killed my marriage. It caused me to drink too much, to be unhappy. And I want a happy life.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this…repressed anger…cruelty…blind allegiance to cruelty.
I brought it up on my run recently and one of my running partners (who is also a therapist by profession) said to me,
“It’s probably yourself you are angry with. You dated her. You loved her. You believed the narrative she was telling too. So watching someone else do it is probably bringing up your own anger at yourself. Let go of the anger you have at yourself and you will be free.”
God, I hate running with a therapist sometimes.
But seriously, she’s right. I didn’t block anyone. I wasn’t cruel to anyone. But I believed her. I believed her when she said bad things about people she had dated. I bought the narrative she sold. And that is cruelty. In it’s own way. Sitting back and doing nothing, saying nothing…that’s cruelty too.
And I am angry at myself. For my stupidity. For my blind allegiance. For my desire to earn her love that caused me to give up who I am in order to get it.
It is isn’t Facebook blocking lady I am angry with.
It’s me. It’s me I am angry with.
I can choose to focus on self forgiveness and the lessons I have gained through the experience.
Or I can just stay angry.
When framed that way, the decision to forgive is easy.