Trolls & Haters (Streamers & Chat)

The last month or so I've been thinking about what you can interpret from the title hovering above you. It's sad and from my perspective disturbing. I've seen one streamer displaying a photo of Samuel Shankland that should be kept private. For a couple of days ago I saw a stream where someone I feel and care for was put on public display - to harass and laugh at - cyberbullying at it's finest. 

You may wonder where - Twitch - but here's the hammer - the streamers are in a way, or another, connected to this site. It makes me sick to my stomach, I could actually throw up just writing about it - but I'll try not to. Then we have the chat - awful - acting as they still wearing diapers, spreading the smell of antisemitism, racism, sexism and what not. It's like they have a block of wood inside their skulls. 

I know, it's common everywhere on the internet, sitting behind a monitor, safe and sound, throwing shit all over the place. Bits and bytes running free. Undercover. I think it's all about a lack of self esteem. Big Time. Maybe it's how parents fail taking responsibility, failing taking the time - because ... ? Who knows. There is a bunch of reasons.

The community I found, the collective I really started to believe in has shown it's darker side. That's why I didn't post for a while because someone was crying. Hurting. Someone was hanging by a rope. Someone could be your brother. Sister. Child. Friend. Someone.

I have thick skin, I can cope with it. I can even play hide and seek. Confront in the most unpleasant way you could imagine. Not everyone can and they become targets. The one hiding behind the screen hurting others because it's fun, it's cool, because everybody is doing it. It never happened because in the morning it's all forgotten.

The thing is - it's not - not in a million light years.

I've thought long and hard, back and forth, walking miles and miles trying to let the reflections sink in. It's hard to swallow. I don't mean to just think about it, I mean to reason about it  - which most of you don't  - (did you get disturbed about what I just said? Well ... )

I don't have a solution, but I do have a voice, a majority of people with voices do exist ... so speak up god damn it! Don't dwell. The opposite of love is not hate - it's fear. That's what the forest told me during a walk through a black dark night.

The trees was whispering. Someone, something lurking in the shadows. Watching. Fireflies leading the way, like hovering lanterns. I feel at home there, clearing my mind, my breath and sometimes as a result, words get borned. Somewhere along the way things unfold - like a closed position, the pawns break through the castle walls, storming the evil king - killing him. 

hmm ... 

you may choose to believe that I'm stupid - a fool 

but, men

women and children 
IQ is not the same as wise 
EQ doesn't mean that the one who cries the most carries more sorrow than the other

the difference rests in slates 
fragile and porous
like the disparity in an uppercase compared to a lowercase


SCREAM
whisper 


the etiquette is just not there 
the spirit of the age are big black stains covering the monitor 
the color just disappears - in a black and white world candles can't burn 

Political Correctness is not a label - it's stupid

you don't wipe your behind with the hand - do you?
if you see someone drop their wallet - you don't take it
put everyone in one pot 
kiss someone with force 
laugh at someone's discomfort 
or put anyone in a hostage situation through reduplicated  'I'm sorry' 
 
mass production because everyone is so ... so lonely 
wired to a system of conformation
a false trust 
restrictive

debating in the flow 
in comments written

thumbs up and I like  
the perspective is so colored that not even the light can get out - or in

black is no color 
white 
gray is grief and to grief is work
humbleness is a needle among thousand of others - that aren't
everything is not freedom of speech and it's not weirder than that

Yours 'JackieTheSwede'