Midweek musing

Somehow my blog is metamorphosing into a badly written 99 cents self-help book on clearance. I don't know what happened but yeah, must be delayed puberty or something. I'm sure I'm not the only one that is kinda disgusted by these random and sometimes emotional catharsis, right?

Anyway, I was scrolling down my newsfeed on Facebook. Most photos and statuses bore me because I mean, when is self-praise and unrealistic visual portrayals of food/places/people's faces vaguely interesting? Never. But one post caught my attention. To protect this person's privacy, I'm going to call her Y. Y said that her morning ritual begins with a cup of coffee then sifting through 'hate mails' that she gets. She isn't a celebrity or a public figure so I immediately thought to myself, 'what? why is she blasted for no reason!!??' To my horror, my sympathy for her is misjudged. She gets these e-mails because she spams people with newsletters to promote some event. So there she was, replying to comments asking her what happened and whether it is possible to report this to anyone so she wouldn't be a victim to these 'abusive' people. This truly disgusts me. 

Not everyone who is at the receiving end of 'hatred' and 'abuse' (I am quoting her but I don't think these strong words are appropriate) is a victim.

And this brings me to my main point: why are we always so prone to play victims? 

I know what most people are thinking - bloody hell, Bel. You are so heartless. You don't know what Y goes through everyday. 

Actually, you're wrong. I worked as a telemarketer for more than six months and I have been asked to die in more ways than you can ever imagine just because I'm annoying. I accept that. I'm not a victim even though most of the times, they say the most vicious things to me and then hang up on me. Sometimes I deserve it, sometimes I don't. But either way, I think it is justified for them to be somewhat mad at me.

*Side note: This guy asked me to jump into an ocean so I would drown and die. Somehow, I was totally unfazed by it. I even told him, 'actually, I think I'd die faster if I jumped into a pit of fire because I can swim...'

Another old lady cursed my whole family to die and I was like 'does my dog count?' What... It's a legit question. God knows that I live to make my dog happy so if anything happens to her, I'm as good as dead.*

Then I know what some people will say - Bel, but sometimes the hate is just disproportionate. 

Yes, they are. sometimes. Some people are abominations (I got this quote from Child's Play, the movie about that evil doll that I somehow like and dislike at the same time). Their words can sting but there is a difference between malicious hate and just plain anger. I think in Y's case, people were angry with her. It's acceptable for them to rant at her and tell her to stop spamming them. To me, it is even acceptable if they curse and swear to get their point across. As long as your conscious is clear, who cares whether they want you die today or tomorrow? They don't mean it (and I'm speaking for the normal people who are infuriated by spam newsletters and not psychopaths). Not everyone who does bad things are bad. Not everyone who is targeted by bad people are victims. Sometimes, there is a fine line. Sometimes, you can choose to ignore it and move on. Sometimes, you aren't always the victim because negative people rain on your parade.

So yeah, in mild cases like this, LET IT GO. Stop getting your panties in a bunch and get angry over nothing. No point ranting over people who don't mean to ruin your day because you ruined theirs in the first place, right?

Ok, time for dinner and Transformers: Dark of the Moon now.