I see you, hiding behind your computer, calibrating which words of hate will you write today, or what person would you target, with that smirk lined up across your face.
That smirk is hiding something.
You think you hide it well, under the facade of digital anonymity, but the message is clear between your hateful lines. It says: 'I am hating on YOU, because I'm hating on ME.'
Some unsolicited advice:
Have you tried meditation? Therapy? Counseling? Going jogging? SELF-CARE!?
Before you retreat into your habit of hating and calling me a hippie, or whatever... take a moment, find a quiet place, and take a deep long breath.
Have you taken one yet?
Take another one.
Good. Now close your eyes. Listen in to your breaths.
When there is no distraction around, and nothing to hear but your own breaths and thoughts.... what do you hear? Do you hear words of judgment coming from that thinker in your brain? Words of contempt, even? Maybe some shame will surprise you with its presence? Or pleasure? Or perhaps softer words thanking you for the stillness?
Keep breathing. Keep tuning in.
Maybe eventually you can take off the mask of a hateful troll, and join the rest of us self-caring hippies. :)
I GENUINELY wish you well.
Now excuse me while I go and sage off the hate you tried to lash on me .
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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