Once again, I have had the dubious pleasure/insanity of learning who my friends are. About 95% of them didn’t surprise me. But even that 5% can cut you to the core.
Bigots grab onto every little thing they can get their hands on. That’s what they do and they spend a scary amount of time online, looking, searching, finding hashtags, to support their twisted and hateful existence.
I know this. I’ve seen it many times and it amuses me. People believe what they want to believe and won’t listen to anything they don’t want to hear.
But to watch a few people I considered (note the past tense) friends, take a story that is lies, and run with it as truth? Well, shit, that ain’t right!
Calling me and my friends an evil cult, calling us hateful people and deserving of being on the receipt point of their lynch mob?
That’s hate. Pure and simple. But I’ve yet to meet a bigot that I considered intelligent, so there’s that.
My two favorites were former friends, one who lives in Canada, and the other is a Jewish man in Florida.
The Canadian not only wanted our non-profit status cancelled (WTF does she know about any of this?), but also wanted an actor boycotted, and completely did a two-faced move. To me, she thinks I’m great. To others, she says I belong to an evil cult.
I’m sure she didn’t pull her head out of her ass enough to remember she was commenting on someone else’s (another former friend) public post.
Plus this is someone that’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Obviously.
The guy in Florida used to hit on me a lot. I just blew him off and that was fine. He said, to my face, he thought my religion was fine but not for him.
Ummm….sorry….don’t really give a fuck and gee, thanks for your approval…but whatever.
Now, I have to be even more honest – I have a VERY difficult time understanding a bigot when they are also part of a highly persecuted religious group. I mean, I expect at least a bit of empathy, ya know?
But I guess not. He watched a show on us from 4 people who hadn’t been part of my church for over 20 years. In fact, I know a couple of them from days gone by and guess what? THEY were doing the shit, not us.
I wonder how the twit in Florida would feel if I started to share Nazi websites and called them true? I mean, they were on HBO, right? So it must be true, right?
But enough of them.
So what happened next?
My friends, the Calvary, arrived. One chewed out several people about their attacks on me. Several others told me they didn’t care, knew it was bull shit and stood by me. I didn’t say anything, but for a few days, my social media accounts were full of the crap.
I had a misunderstanding with another friend and it was quickly resolved. THAT’S proof of friendship. It’s not that you agree or disagree – I like hearing other points of view – but it’s when there’s a glitch in the force and it’s very easy to repair.
God knows I’m a warrior. I’m not always easy to be around. I’m intense and I can be rude. I am stubborn and refuse to allow moron’s to stay in my life.
But my friends are like that too, each in their own way. My family was pissed and circled the wagons. I’ve been through betrayals before but to see these asshats accuse us of what they had done? To see people believe it and spread it? To bring up the past and slam it in my face?
No, friends don’t do that. They may say nothing, they may ask a question or two, they may try to protect you, but they don’t run with it, knowing that it hurts you. They don’t post, sit back and giggle and not care about you.
So in the end, it was worth it. I am happy and calmer. I’ve withstood another storm and am stronger for the next one, for another one will come. It always does.
The bigots didn’t hurt me so much as made me feel disappointed in them. That lasted only a moment or two and was replaced by a tad of anger and mostly boredom.
What sad and pathetic people they are. They live online, have absolutely no ability to analyze data, take everything they read as true and couldn’t navigate their way out of a paper bag with holes in it. What they consider a friend is far different from what I do.
Information gives you power and that’s how I feel now.
Better for the knowledge, proud of my friends and family and love them even more.