Lesson from 2010: Social justice can make you a better person.
Because as soon as you start telling stories about how shitty your life has been because you’re a girl, or you’re disabled, or you’re a person of color, or you’re just plain not getting invited to the party, you can finally see the way your life has been about fleeing judgement and dodging abuse. You walk through your personal history and see the negative ways you’ve been thinking about yourself without knowing it. It allows you to climb out of that and into an authentic vision of yourself. You can finally separate the bad parts of the world and the bad parts of what the world thinks about you and the bad parts of yourself. And you can become a better person. You can be stronger.
Gather around folks, this is a machine that turns misery into power. They think you’re weakest when you spill it, note how they rush to be the first to tell you that you’re nothing. They have no clue that the window to destroy you with that has closed. They do not know that speaking is powerful, and it changes the way you think about yourself.
Even though I’m a little bit in my shell right because I just wrote something MASSIVE and DECISIVE (and I’m just giving a STARTLING LOW number of fucks about what anyone has to say about me or who I am) I can feel the transformation. I collected the coins, I went questing for me, riding a steed made of me into a foul dungeon with an evil dragon (DUNGEON: Me, DRAGON: Me) to rescue myself from almost certain ME. I leveled-up, and I’m loaded down with Epic Self-Truths and Vorpal Perspective, and I’m always going to be stronger than your hatred of me. I beat you to it trolls. I wrote about it and it can never hurt me again.
Let’s be loud this year. And unapologetic. And strong. Let’s graduate from Trolling for Social Justice. Let’s be paladins for something larger than ourselves.