Yesterday, I made the mistake of reading someone’s Facebook post bashing the President and saying he was anti-Christian, anti-Jewish and a Muslim. I then made the mistake of responding. I crafted a careful response that denied that he was anti-Christian, anti-Jewish and a Muslim. And then I said that he wasn’t perfect, that none of us were, but why couldn’t they focus on what was good about what he’s done instead of spreading untruths.
Then I got off Facebook and tried to do something else while my stomach stewed and churned and my mood plummeted into a depression.
And then I got back on Facebook and deleted my post.
Because and I cannot change a mind on a social media space that most people use for venting to like minds and sharing pictures of food and themselves having fun in food establishments.
And unlike a few friends of mine, I don’t have the constitution or intelligence or know how to fight unproductive battles.
I am a very small drop in this ocean of humanity.
I’d rather use my efforts for good instead of bashing myself against a wall and bleeding to death.
I’d like to think I don’t have the same walls but I know I do.
I can only hope that there are a few doors and windows in them, that I am open to meeting new ideas...
but not today.