Last night, some of the comments in the Disappointed post talked about the power of words and their ability to hurt people. This is completely unrelated to the events this week, but I’ve never found that my enemies, if that’s the right word because I really don’t equate ‘enemy’ with the disagreements we have online, don’t have the power to hurt me — only my friends have such power.
When people write about you with loathing, for good or bad, you’ve touched their life. They don’t have power of your — you have power over them.
Friends, though, they can rip your guts out and don’t even know they have done so. Sometimes you don’t even know that they’ve done so, until you find your soul dragging behind you, like a bird with a broken wing.
Gods, that was maudlin, but you know what I mean.
Leaving aside issues of sexism, racism, or violence, no one likes to be mocked, scorned, or treated with disdain. But such expressions are just words, from people who really don’t, in the long run, matter.
Your friends, though, they can hurt with the most devastating weapon of all: silence. Come to think of it, that’s a pretty good weapon for your enemies, too.