“Mirror, mirror on the wall, now replaced by the front facing camera on the phone, who’s the most narcissistic of them all?”
Anyone who thinks the personal, inconsequential choices of others is in any way a reflection, judgement, or condemnation of their self-centered selves. Who then retaliate with a digital mob, to burn he or she who dared make a choice without first consulting the swarm of internet nobodies.
I’m writing to you, the crazy, social justice jihadists who spend more time in dark corners of the digital world than in the real one, who scour the web looking for new material to tickle your triggers. You, the people who think so much of your own irrational opinions, ginned up by the belief your feelings actually matter (they don’t), and should always be considered by people who don’t even know you exist. You, the digital keyboard warriors hiding behind anonymous avatars, eager to troll for the sake of being a troll, pleased with yourselves every time you, as a digital horde, bully someone to your will.
You are the most self-centered, egotistical little petulance the internet has ever witnessed.
Some may say dedicating an entire open letter to you, the sad, pathetic “individuals” who make up digital mobs, is simply giving you the kind of attention you crave. Fair point. But if I know anything about the halfwitted drones who comprise the hive mind of the internet’s craziest faction, it’s that happiness is an emotion which is foreign to you. As is independent thought. Or the ability to remove yourself from the petty choices of others.
So wrapped up are you in your own feelings of self-importance, a feeling which must have arisen from the absence of any true accomplishment or lives of meaning — you “bravely” attack anyone, even your own, if that person dares step a toe out of the blurry line you’ve pulled out of your tight anus that day.
Take, for example, Ruby Rose, an openly gay actress who is slated to play an openly gay character on CW’s new Batwoman series. You, the hateful little hive of the internet’s saddest losers, bullied her off of Twitter.
The complaints about the casting of Ms. Rose included assertions that she is not a lesbian, is not Jewish and does not have the acting skills to play the role. Ms. Rose said she was baffled by the first statement, posting on Twitter before she deleted her account that she “came out at 12” and spent the last five years being told she was “too gay” for certain roles: “How do y’all flip like that? I didn’t change.”
If we’re going to insist all actors be that which they’re slated to portray, I’ve got some bad news. Say goodbye to superhero movies. Say goodbye to spy thrillers. Science fiction flicks can take a bow. He or she who has played a character which is in any way different from their real life persona, speak now or forever be damned by thoughtless wonders such as yourselves.
Then there’s an owner of a Mexican restaurant, cyberbullied by you internet gnomes for daring to show a little pride that a White House cabinet head dined at his establishment:
A Houston Mexican restaurant chain appears to have deleted its social media accounts after sharing a photo of the owner with Attorney General Jeff Sessions on Friday.
KPRC reports that the backlash on social media was instant, with some people calling for a boycott of El Tiempo due to Sessions’ stance on immigration.
Did you ever consider it’s perfectly fine for other people to have other opinions separate from yours? Of course not. “Consideration,” like happiness, is a foreign concept to subspecies of lemmings. A species relying primarily on a over-inflated amygdala.
Rather than scrolling past this man’s social media entry, you slithered to a computer, a phone, or a tablet, which offers you some kind of comfort with its blue-light glow (the only comfort you ever experience), and swarmed him.
For not “thinking” exactly like you.
Despite the actions taken against your animalistic reaction, you’re still nobodies. Nobodies who are desperate to be somebodies by attacking people like ravenous hyenas. You so long for meaning in your otherwise empty lives, you’ve puffed up your own emotions, turning those emotions into some kind of Mr. Hyde, hungry to exact justice against those real people who dare live their own lives separate from your irrelevant feelings.
Perhaps your mothers never told you the truth: not everything someone else does is about you. Not everything someone else does is for you. You do not matter as much as you have been led to believe. Your feelings are just that. Yours.
May others in media, Hollywood, politics, or in your real life call you out for exactly what you are: unimportant, hateful losers desperate to make something out of meaningless lives. May you realize the hate you emit is but a projection of your own self-hatred. May you find help, meaning, and in some cases, a comb, and go forth to live lives which aren’t seeping with toxicity.