Who’s Your Daddy?

I think I posted once, many months ago, about how we can sometimes end up guilty by association. With social networking, and especially with people like me who use social networking to reach the widest audience possible, I have no doubt many of us are unfairly judged by who we may have chosen to “friend” or even “unfriend”.  I have people on my FB who are members of certain groups disliked by other groups, and FB friends who are ex-members of this group or that group. Today, in a group I help moderate, one of the group members was offended that we allowed in a person (who is also on my friends list) who is an ex-member of a certain organization that isn’t very well liked. I once again had to remind people that I don’t play “online occult politics”.

The response was, “You don’t, but they do.”

Yes, there are online groups who are nothing but mere dramatic societies. They’re actually quite entertaining if you’re bored.  But how, exactly, does that involve me? It only concerns me if they try to include me and I actually participate. If I, being the adult, refuse to pander to the drama by not reacting to it and not participating, then there is no drama. It’s one sided and eventually, once they figure out I won’t participate, those folks will wander off and find a more worthy target — someone who will participate.

I used to allow myself to get baited into other people’s online bullshit. The key phrase there is “used to”.  As I’ve gotten older (and wised up to the nonsense) I no longer involve myself in petty shit like that. The first reason being I don’t have that kind of time to waste. The second reason being my give-a-fuck broke back around 2009-2010 and I actually like my life better without it.

I finally realized I am secure enough in myself that I don’t care what strangers think of me.  They can hate me all they want. That won’t change the fact that I will write what I want to write, say what I want to say, and hang out with whoever I choose to hang out with. These people aren’t the reason I began writing. They’re not the reason I keep writing. My sun and moon does not rise and set on their opinions of me. I’ve lived my life (quite successfully) all these years without these people and I’ll live my remaining years without them, too.

Not to mention, if someone is that insecure that they have nothing better to do than talk shit about everyone else as if that makes them somehow *better* — that’s their business. Let them waste their life doing nothing useful.

It still amazes me how many people still get baited into online crap like this. Especially in the occult world.