Sometimes I wonder why people feel the need to make comments about others when they don’t know them. Does it make them feel superior somehow? There are also those people who make negative comments about people they do know despite the fact that they haven’t experienced the same life. I received a somewhat negative comment on my last post from someone who I cannot identify. I don’t know if I know them personally or if they are just someone who happened upon my blog. It doesn’t matter to me really. I’ve said all along that as long as the comments aren’t filled with profanity or mean spirited towards another person I will publish them. One might argue that the comment wasn’t really that mean or could have been said in jest, but considering the post was about food and the comment was about being gay I think mean was what they were going for.
A blogging friend wrote this in a recent post.
How grand life would be if there was a clear road map, where all detours and roadblocks and traffic jams and treacherous winding mountain roads could easily be avoided. What I’ve come to realize is that there a world of nuance; each person’s path no more valid or worthy than another. There are women who are born lesbian, those who make a choice, those who dabble, those who identify as bisexual, those who come out late—those who live within a spectrum of subtlety. And, there are those, unfortunately, who will continue to struggle in their lives because they will never be able to find the way to break free and slip into the warm, enveloping, healing waters of that pool full of shades of grey.
I completely and totally agree with her views. Who am I to discount anyone’s story? Who am I to say that someone’s reality or experience isn’t worthy of being considered? I don’t define what is real and what isn’t.
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