My grandmother would say, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.”
But you know, it has now gone to a new level.
Just yesterday, upon posting what I consider to be one of the sweetest photographs of all time of John Henry and Hayes in honor of Father’s Day and in honor of him and the hard work that he does right beside me every day that he can, some dimwit had the gall to ask “where’s Steve?”
I’m not going to be afraid to name names here. You would all know who I’m talking about anyway.
You can imagine all of the responses I came up with and I had them right on the tips of my fingers. I decided to take my grandmother’s advice and just delete the comment and block the unfortunate who made it.
Here’s the thing: Come up with your own little stories about people all you want. Sit behind your computers and judge when you don’t have even a thimble full of correct information about said people and said situation, and fire off your little remarks if it makes you feel powerful and like you got a shot in for what ever reason you think you need to get one in. But please know that you are only creating negativity where, most of the time, no more is needed. Maybe that’s the desired effect. That’s sad.
Why can’t people let others be happy? Why throw words around as if they are harmless? Have we not learned better in this age?
If a woman wants to post a photo of herself in a bikini or other outfit that celebrates her body, let her do it without disapproval. Even if you do disapprove, what do you think you’re achieving besides making her feel like crap if you say so? Why is it so important to tear something or someone down?
Why do I need to be made to feel something than utter gratitude that my son has love in his life and I have love in mine?
I’m sure there are many reasons, but I can’t think of one good one.
Go with love, go in love.
Happy Monday, Y’all.