Ingrate

The thing about the social media is one can exercise freedom of speech at the extreme. Like for instance, in facebook, you can post anything you want, even cuss words until Mark Z's team sees it as 'in violation' of their terms and brings it down, too late. The time within which it is posted, and until they take it down, screenshots have been taken of the post. Digital footprints can never be erased, not as long as technology forges on at the speed it is going. 

I learned my lessons about that the hard way. There was a time when I had to post stuff, which hindsight, I would squirm at. Especially so with this 'see your memories' feature of facebook. I would tell myself, 'what were you thinking, idiot?!'. It took many important people in my life to make me realize that I was behaving exactly like an idiot with my posts. So I try my best everyday to engage in healthy discussions about the topic which are the fad for the times. Or I write about how I feel about it, just like now.

I feel good when people tell me they like the stuff I write. I can only surmise that perhaps I write only coming from these: my first-hand knowledge and experience, and my heart. I cannot say I am not irresponsible at times, but I do exercise some restraint if I feel that I am crossing the line of self-respect. It is not so much as insulting other people that I am most conscius about, honestly. It is my value for self-respect that is key. 

It is disappointing to me to see posts of friends who make a mockery out of other people's misgivings, to laugh at the personal tragedies of people in the public eye, to curse them to hell, create memes out of their struggles. It is simply unacceptable to me, because no one has that right. Well, to do that to me, as far as I am concerned. I was left high and dry once by the people I trusted, so I know the inner turmoil that others who are going through the same today. And believe me, you will not wish it to happen to anyone. 

But from all these experiences, I was carved to be more resilient. Like 'Incredible Hulk', someone who will fight it out until her last breath emerged from my old self, overhauled like an engine. In fighting, however, one must be careful in not losing sight of gratitude. There are those out there who deserve that from me, regardless. I do not forget the good that was offered to me, inversely, I intentionally forget the good  I have done for others. Someone at random, at times, comes up to me to say 'thank you' for something I did to help them, and in truth, I could not recall specifically what I did. And I feel that it's the best way to go when you help. 

All these are reflected in how we live, privately and in social media. We are responsible for what we do and say in our daily lives, in as much as, what we post and what we project to be in social media. Let us not be pretentious or imagine that we have this herculean knowledge of what is happening around us. No one really knows what the real, personal truths there is out there, in others. The only truth I hold is who I am, and no one else can have a claim to that.