Put on your Big Girl Panties

I’m sure there are those out there who will be offended by the title of this post.  To that I say “Too Bad!  Put on your big girl panties and stop your crying.”  That’s the whole point of this post.

We’re rapidly becoming…nope…we have become a nation of fops, hyper sensitive to any gentle nudge on our egos, much less a pimp-smack, in your face confrontation that leads to a moment of self-realization which could, in turn, lead to self-actualization.  [Wow…didn’t intend to get so deep on this post.  I’m going to take a minute here and absorb what I just wrote.]

This post started when I realized that I had been dropped by a “friend” on Facebook.  Yes, I can see you all thinking “Pot…kettle,” but, no, I’m not overly sensitive and posting because I’m mad or sad or glad.  I’m posting because I’m fairly sure I got dropped because of something I posted as a comment to this “friend” a couple weeks back.  This “friend’s” favorite team in the world lost their college Bowl game.  In posts after that game, I made it known that I thought his team had been over-rated all year and this friend, another person, and I went back and forth about the team a bit.  A couple weeks later, an NFL game is on and we’re all three commenting on the game.  Some play was called one way or another (I can’t recall the details clearly) and this “friend” starts talking about how that was exactly how a play in the Bowl game had happened and if those refs had ruled the same way the NFL game’s refs ruled, the game would have gone differently.  I told this “friend” to (paraphrased due to poor recall — maybe I need some Ginkgo biloba) “Get over it.  Your team lost their Bowl game.”  “Friend” replied something about the team again and I replied by asking “Has anyone ever told you that you have an unhealthy obsession with [insert team name]?”  So, you be the judge.  Was I too hard on this “friend?”

On the other hand, I have a couple friends that I went to high school with who are so entertaining in their busting on each other that they really should have a radio show.  The are both staunch supporters of their college teams and week in and week out, they sling mud, throw punches, and even throw in the occasional low blow…all virtual…on Facebook…for the reading pleasure of all of us on their friend lists.  Of course, many others, including me, join in every now and then, and it’s completely possible that a rare comment strikes a real nerve, but it doesn’t stop the fun.

My point here is this:  I don’t intentionally try to hurt people’s feelings.  Usually, if I don’t think someone can handle what I have to say, I don’t say it, or post it in the case of Facebook.  So, on the few times that I do cross over the line into someone’s personal virtual space, I expect to either be virtually chastised for being insensitive or privately told that what I said was hurtful.  In the future, I will try not to cross the line again.  I’m not completely insensitive.

On the other hand, if you’re one of those folks who are so fragile that everything wounds you deeply, you probably don’t need to be on Facebook.

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