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Be nice or leave.

There's a lot of negativity on the internet right now.  Okay, I might be stating the obvious just a bit here.  Maybe I should have said, "in my face", rather than "on the internet".  Yeah, that's more accurate.

I'm one of those awful people, those narrow minded uneducated types, that doesn't keep up with current affairs.  I don't want to read about that child that was brutally murdered by its nanny, or that plane crash that killed two hundred people, or that dictator executing anybody that doesn't agree with him.  I don't want to read about causes.  I don't think there's any one way to do things or that mine is the right one, so telling me that if you're not breastfeeding your child or using cloth nappies or WHATEVER, you're perpetrating a heinous crime...  not interested.

I don't want to read the negativity, which means, I don't comment on it either.  I've unsubscribed from a fair chunk of my friend list on Facebook because seeing how angry you are with that company or that statement just makes me tired.  Forgive me for saying so, but I don't think for one second that making a snarky comment on a social media site will change anything.  I don't think that belittling other people for what they choose to post online makes you look cool.  I think it makes you look like you've got nothing better to do.

I choose to live in unenlightened bliss.  I choose to try to limit my own negativity, a constant struggle for someone so naturally gifted with the snark.  *grin*  I fail sometimes, as I'm sure you're all aware, but I try.  And I'm more than aware that this post will likely bring a barrage of hate down on my head, people who think I'm burying my head in the sand or being holier than thou.  Backlash notwithstanding, this is simply how I feel.  I'm content just trying to get by with my own little family, my catering and my market stall, my circle of friends and our various activities.

So yeah.  I'm going to go hug a tree or something.  Smile at a stranger.  Hold a door for somebody with full hands.  Shiny.

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