If something happens that is worth celebrating, I do my best to share it around.
When I have shit to deal with, I tend to deal with it by myself.
In any and all given interactions with other human beings, I do my best to be: respectful, honest, and kind.
Last but not least: I do not Whine like a Bitch on the Internet.
[Bitch noun: a female dog, wolf, fox, or otter.]
If there existed objective guiding principles for human communication, it would seem to me that you could make a more than decent case for the first of them being: “Be Kind… (As the Scottish author Ian Maclaren said in a quote that is often misattributed to Plato) …for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”
Whether first proclaimed in ancient Greece or the wintry highlands of Scotland, this fundamental precept has likely held true, relatively unchanged, since its inception.
What has changed however, are the forms and scope of that communication. And not by a little. It would not be an overstatement to say that in the information age the sheer number of souls that the average person has access to on a daily basis has exploded. Like it or not, most citizens of the world are now thoroughly jacked in to the hive-mind; able to access wonders, connect with people on the other side of the planet, and observe all possible variations of kitten behaviour…
…with the swipe of a thumb, in the space of a heartbeat; 24 hours a day.
Censorship is largely a thing of the past, redundant and outmoded. The gatekeepers have either thrown up their hands in defeat, or been trampled to bloody death beneath the hooves of a world-sized content stampede. Social media has given us the power to say Anything We Want, at Anytime, to almost Anyone on the planet seemingly consequence-free; cocooned within our warm nuclear bunker safety of screen-mask anonymity. It’s fully intoxicating.
And it makes it really easy to forget.
Easy to forget that, no matter what form it takes communication is always an exchange and always has some kind of effect. In every interaction, no matter how seemingly insignificant, something is given and something is received; for good, or for ill. Communication can lift up, or tear down. Add-to, or take away.
It can heal, or it can damage.
What we do, matters. What we say, matters. The internet is a bullhorn which can amplify and broadcast anything we choose planet-wide. It may be the greatest tool ever created, but it is still only a tool. If you own a hammer you can build your beloved a house, or you can cave someone’s face in; the responsibility for the outcome always rests with the user.
This is why I choose to share my celebrations. This is why I choose to work thru my shit in private. This is why I strive to remain: respectful, truthful, and kind in my interactions with other human beings.
This is Why I Do Not Whine Like A Bitch On The Internet. ;-)
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The List is my inner circle. It is where I break news first; where I give away the free things. It is where you can access my best offers, and where you’ll find the most direct connection with me (if you are on the list you can email me – I read and reply to all of them). The List is only going to get better. There is absolutely zero spam, I never share email addresses with anyone else, and I only mail when I have something cool to give or important to say.
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I am aware that at first glance this post and it’s title may seem a little controversial. This was entirely intentional. I wanted to bring the most awareness to what I see as an incredibly important topic. If you are frothing at the bit to have your say then by all means use the comments box to hit me up, but be aware that, before you go full anger monkey on me, you may want to check out some of the existing comment threads in which I clarify a few of the key points.
I look forward to hearing from you, and hope this finds you well.