Poisoned by a Pissant
In recovery
The world is full of people who love to crush other people’s hopes.
Try not to be an asshole to people you don’t understand.
Suffer me that I may speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Nobody will do you [dirty] like a Christian brother.
I was going do this one as a video, but I’m not liking how my face is looking today.
Six months ago, in the wake of Christmas Day, I shared my post entitled Let Not Your Heart Be Hypocritical, a post about Christmas and Kwanzaa. I wrote it about 10 years ago and I share it every year. It compares the things that are said about Kwanzaa - which I don’t celebrate - and things that we do when we celebrate Christmas.
Several people got offended by the post, but one of them really got to me.
I’ve been trolled countless times and for the most part, I find trolls entertaining and useful. But this person - a woman - was not a troll but a longtime Facebook follower and an alleged friend.
My post - that is, her misunderstanding of my post - enraged her and she wrote a couple of statuses mocking me not only for her erroneous assumption that I don’t celebrate Christmas, but also for my way of doing things; my way of communicating, my writing, my efforts to promote my work and for my perceived lack of success as a writer.
Not one word, however, refuting my points about Christmas and Kwanzaa.
And I didn’t get it at first. If one doesn’t like me and/or how I communicate, they are free to disconnect on any platform. Unfollow, block, mute - there are many solutions for unwanted connections.
But no, she chose to do something that was really … I don’t have a word for it. Yet.
And she didn’t put the mockery on my page or in my comments. She didn’t send these missives to my direct messages. She put them on her own page without mentioning my name. The cowardice - there that’s the word I was looking for - of it blew my mind.
And when I responded, she admitted that she was talking about me. I’ve gone to her page since then and she has deleted the mockery, but I had the foresight to take screenshots of them.
This hurt because I liked her as a person and a fellow Christian. Yes you read that last word correctly.
I left her name on one of the screenshots so there will be no doubt as to her identity. I don’t give a shit if she reads this or not. Simply, I’m doing this to change a method of how I handle abuse from people that have claimed to be my friend. I used to be silent about it except for prayer. But after all of the other💩 that fell on my head last year, l have had enough.
Her mockery was intended to discourage me and it was a success. I was unable to read it until this week because - get this - some of what she said was true.
But here’s the thing about mixing falsehood and malice with truth …
The whole mixture becomes tainted. It’s like watering your Cheerios with urine My error: letting it poison me.
What will I do now? Extract the truth from her words and use it to my advantage.
By the way …
Until this week, I hadn’t reread the screenshots because I didn’t want that negativity in my spirit. That was an error on my part because if I had revisited this stuff earlier, I would have noticed something significant: her usage of the word “we.”
We?
Demons tend to operate in pairs or groups. Legion. They abuse, bully, mock, and twist your words. And they can’t help but expose themselves.
Consider yourself exposed, Tereasa.
So that’s where I’ve been, avoiding this but, at the same time, knowing that avoidance would have to end and I would have to go on offense against the pissant and her venom.