Better Than I

​Many of us don’t take the time to just let things go. Recently I received a negative comment on one of my posts. And for a number of days I let that “hyper-sensitive” comment trigger my own sense of self-worth. It’s funny how some people can’t take the joke, but they sure love dishing out hateful comments all in the name of self-righteousness. Anyway they have been blocked from my feed so now all that’s left for me to do is let it go.
 
But that’s easier said than done, with trauma so deeply embedded. For a Late Boomer I may sound a bit Gen Z sensitive. But for much of my time cynicism was a sturdy coping mechanism, till it no longer was. It doesn’t take much to turn pain into anger. And every day through comments and posts on social media I see it coming to fruition more every day. It’s that crazy desire to “one up” the other. To be so driven just to be right, that we’ll do or say anything. Frankly I believe in shades of grey.
 
For many years I was taught there was nothing but black or white, right or wrong. I understand it makes the world easier to understand that way, but at what cost? There’s nothing wrong with having a point of view, it’s just the desire for “one upsmanship” that triggers even more negative emotions. Know that I am the chief of sinners when it comes to being a smartass. So what gives me the right to preach against something I already do? Again it comes back to being a sinner, for who knows the of consequences of sin better than I.