I have written so many entries over the last two years. Much of my writing comes from the years of pain that I suffered as a child. Much of it I had already written in pencil or pen on old tatty pieces of paper. I correct it, I rewrite it, and I correct it again. I then decide if I want to share it with the world.
Most people like what I write. Some people will relate. Some people will connect with my writing. Perhaps something similar happened in their life and they look to me for inspiration to come forward and speak. Overall, most people are happy for me. They are happy that I found an outlet to express me inner self and help myself to heal.
But then, there are other people. They are the special people of the world. I believe in the world of the internet we would call them trolls. They are cruel, hateful vicious people who think that the only thing to do is to make other peoples lives terrible.
They will sit and criticize someone for having suffered. When they themselves are raising or have raised someone with a disability. In fact, define disability, I think there really is not such thing. I think that any struggle can be overcome with positive experiences and positive forethought.
These people, will never see positive, they will only see the hatred quell inside them, the hatred so deep, the jealously that enrages them, will eventually take them to a new level. If you try to reason with people like that, they become enraged and murderous even.
I know of an individual like that. I have tried to reason with her, but she just will not have any part. She thinks that I am not from her cloth. In fact, I think she is probably racist, and has so much anger and resentment towards me that she can’t help her self. She will allow these hidden emotions to infuriate her to the point she won’t involve herself.
But then I ask myself, if she is like this with me, what would she be like with her own close knit family. Did she teach them principles, morals or any values? Or do they froth at anything or anyone different then themselves? Do they detest mixed races, or those who are disabled, when they themselves might very well be disabled or raising someone who is disabled. Do they not see the lack of understanding an compassion?
Involving themselves in other affairs is never their business. People like this tend to try to turn others against you. They may throw themselves and their deceit at those they can’t stand. They will even try as much to send their henchmen around to talk to those they think are causing trouble.
Nobody is forced or required to read my writings, in fact, it is obviously optional. But bare in mind, it is my writing and my writing alone. If you are skeptical, then perhaps it is because you have no interest in the craft. Perhaps, you don’t understand pain, or sorrow. You might have scraps of money that came from others hard work. Perhaps you received it as a gift or an inheritance even. Did you tell the world you had it, or did you squirrel it away hoping it would never be found. I believe that would be called a fraud, surely declaring something when it is means tested isn’t a bad thing.
One should never judge anyone else for anything, unless they themselves are perfect. But even God and nature itself is often imperfect. So I suppose anyone judging the imperfections of others, must be higher and more powerful then God, or so they would have us to believe.
Those who read my writing and enjoy it and support it, thank you kindly. Those who read it to be nosy, move along we don’t want you here.
Dorothy