Being Shunned Never Feels Good
One of my cousins got married a couple of months ago and I wasn’t invited. The reasons to that are long and muddled. Let’s just say it’s one of those inner family feuds type deals. The wedding was actually taking place about 20 minutes away from where I lived. All my family was going to be there and I wanted to go. I thought about crashing it, I was texting another one of my cousins to find out if certain people had gone to bed, which would have meant I could sneak in. Once all my aunts and uncles were asleep and only a few cousins were still up and drinking, I made my way over there.
At one point, we started talking about this blog and my cousin, the one I had been texting to find out if the coast was clear, and I got into a discussion, which involved him telling me over and over again to use spell check and to be more secretive about this little hobby of mine. Ok, yes, sometimes, most of the time, I don’t reread my own writing and a bunch of little mistakes and typos and whatnots slip through the cracks. I don’t like it. It’s embarrassing, but I just don’t have the time or the inclination to be my own proofreader. Bastard didn’t have to be such an ass about it. Alright, so it’s a sore point for me. I’m not the greatest speller or typist in the world. Did I ever mention my first language is French? That’s a good excuse if I’ve ever heard one.
My cousin, the one that was harping on me about using spell check, is a pretty conservative dude. On the outside. Inside is a whole other scary kind of story. Anyhow, he informed me that I had been the topic of conversation among my aunts. One of whom was frankly appalled and subsequently deleted me from Facebook. Deleted by my own aunt, can you believe it? She could have just hidden me. My brother says I should inform her of the Facebook hide function the next time I see her.
I’m sure some people will say “what do you expect?” considering the nature of this blog “you’re practically asking for it.” Well, I’m not. I didn’t choose the subjects of this blog because of their flashy nature. Everyone has their own interests. I don’t like Farmville and the like, so I block that shit from my news feed, I don’t shun you because of it. Sure, I might delete you if you suddenly started writing nazi propaganda, but that’s a whole other kettle of fish. Isn’t it? I don’t want to shove my own agenda down people’s throats, but I don’t want to be shunned either. Why is this such a big deal?
My cousin, spell check dude, told me to do what I like, but to keep it separate from family. I called him a coward. I decided when starting this blog to use my real name. I laughed in the face of “what if a prospective employer googles you?” I respect people who blog using a pseudonym, hell it’s part of the nature of blogging. I decided against it. Maybe I just couldn’t think of one I liked. Maybe compartmentalizing everything gives me a headache. Maybe I used my real name because I like to think of myself as an author.
I’m annoyed, can you tell? As a result of all this, I created a list on Facebook of all my relatives (except my brother/including spell check dude) and blocked their access to my posts and links. If they want to read my stuff, they’ll just have to google me like other random strangers.