Lately I have unsubscribed from several blogs because their daily postings give me a bad case of the “indignities”. While informative (at times) and educational (at others), I have begun to despise the feeling that wells up in me as I read. Beginning in my gut, it manifests itself in a wave of nervous nausea, heat flashes, and, usually, a gaping mouth. When I have calmed down, I may leave a comment, or move to my next blog. I am usually shocked at least once a day.
Case in point: this blog is written by a wonderful writer and describes a journey which I cannot even imagine- from miscarriage to healing to pregnancy. She has a way of speaking to and about her unborn child that moves me to tears. On the other hand, she frequently posts rants of such pure hatred (usually towards those holding a differing viewpoint) that “I cannot see her but I am heartburned an hour af’tr” (Much Ado About Nothing).
In an age where relativism rules, and the motto on the T-shirt is “whatever floats your boat”, I have to wonder…how far is too far? On one hand, this great country of ours guarantees us the right to speak our minds. On the other hand, at which point does free speech become…costly? We despise the hatred evident in fundamentalist Islam, but espouse such hatred-laden beliefs that I have to look twice to see any qualitative difference. In the above example, the writer “hates” a particular airline for having a flight attendant who discreetly offered a nursing mother a blanket, for her convenience. Is this really worthy of such blind rage?
The challenge for the educated, considerate interlocutor is the equilibrium between allowing one’s opponent to speak their mind while simultaneously disagreeing in a courteous way. If we have any respect for the rights of others, this would be our modus operandi.
The lovely thing about it is that I can choose what I fill my mind (and gut) with. And so I prefer to hit the “unsubscribe” button, to wish the author well, as always, and to pray blessings on them. Not even with a last comment, a last hit between the eyes, a last parting shot. Regain my sense of “ohm”. And blog about it.