Last night when I was on the twitter machine, I realized that a Canadian sports journalist I follow had been quieter than usual the past week. Meaning he wasn't clogging up my feed every 10 minutes. So I searched him up to see what the story was, and to my surprise I was blocked. I am not one to point fingers and name names here so for now we will call him D. Cox... No that might be too obvious... Damien C.... Yes that's much better.
Anyway this "Mr. Clean look-a-like" apparently took exception to me agreeing with him, in an admittedly snarky tone, that the Oilers didn't tank their season like a bunch of other teams did. My point is they were just legitimately horrible so they didn't need to tank. Honestly, I have taken personal shots at him in the past for his inane ramblings, but unless he has a long memory this seems to be a pretty minor thing to block a guy for.
I would like to take this time to point out that blocking someone on twitter is the most pointless thing to do. If I wanted to see what he is tweeting all I need to do is log out and just search twitter, and if I wanted to continue to grind his gears I could start another account which I assume others have done in the past and probably still are doing to him now. Honestly, if he just muted me I wouldn't have been the wiser but alas he feels like he needs to rule his kingdom so be it.
But what does all of this have to do with the scope of this blog you ask? Simple at some level we all want to be loved. He wants to be in an echo chamber where everyone loves what he vomits online, and I wanted to be appreciated for my humor and my wit. Turns out we couldn't come to a mutual agreement on how this relationship was going to play out and he decided to end it, with out even the decency of a phone call. sigh.
I am sure there is a portion of people out there that claim they don't care what other people think, and to a certain extent I am sure that is true. However, as the cliche goes no man is an island... and if they are its probably more like an archipelago surrounded by other islands.
I have said in this blog that my daughter and I have a verbal agreement that she's not dating till she's 30. I know in my heart that isn't going to hold up, but at the same time I know she is going to get hurt at some point and that bothers a part of me. Every parent wants to protect their children but at the same time I hope I can teach her that it's just part of life.
If you truly think about it most of your relationships you have in your life will end. Friendships, work relationships, educational, romantic, etc at some point they all end. Be it just drifting away, moving on, or sometimes the situation isn't right for you or them. But the bottom line is no one enjoys rejection.
I have been both the dumper and the dumpee. Neither side is fun, but sometimes it needs to be done even if both sides cannot see it at the time. Its funny when I was the dumpee I preferred the band aid method, just do it quick I will take my lumps and then I can move on. However, when I was the dumper I tried to do it soft and gently to protect the other person's feelings, which admittedly is probably worse for all involved.
Probably the best way I have discovered to look at the failed relationships in ones past is to think that everyone you meet was meant to be in your life at that moment in time for some reason. Sometimes they stay, sometimes they move on, and sometimes they will return to you. The hard part is realizing rejection is just sudden change, and change while scary is what makes life life.
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