I’m Searching for Something
It’s called “humanity.”

Until I lost my job, I never paid much attention to social media.
Facebook was a place where I kept up with family doings. Rarely did I post there. No Instagram. No Reddit. No Quora. And I didn’t know a tweet from a twit.
I quickly learned that in order to stand out in a glut of out-of-work writers, I had to step up my game. I had to promote my brand
A fast learner, I jumped into the social media fray and haven’t looked back. Maybe that’s why my head swims every day. My brain is a sinkhole of tweets and likes and comments and fans and claps and more than a few nasty comments.
That brings me to the point of this piece: What happened to the nice? When did people start shitting all over one another? And reveling in it?
At least fifteen years, ago I subscribed to a forum for screenwriters, producers, agents and managers and other entertainment industry folk. I loved the fact that there was a good mix of wannabes and pros. I joined because I wanted to do my due diligence and educate myself so that I could realize my dream of becoming a working screenwriter.
I learned a great deal from that community. In fact, I’m still a part of it. But, sadly, I have noticed an alarming shift over the past few years. Where once members were helpful, kind and supportive, today “snark” has taken over. Some of the recent comments, especially, are unconscionable.
What the hell is wrong with people? What’s with our universal snark-fest? Is this fallout from Trump’s America? This “fight club” mentality? I have to believe that POTUS is partially to blame for our ebbing humanity. Our refusal to stand together for the common good. To acknowledge that we are all in this together. Or should be.
Tearing others down is our new “upper.” We’re addicted to it. Online bullies are rampant. They hide behind pseudonyms and avatars and phony personas and have nothing to offer other than the venom they routinely spew.
I have strong opinions. I am an opinionated person who holds no punches. But, I would never tolerate overt unkindness, either from myself, or others. It would break my heart to think that I had deeply wounded someone.
As I am childless, I am not in a position to dish out advice to Moms and Dads. But, I have to ask, what are we teaching our children with our propensity for being complete shits as human beings? Please, please, teach your children kindness and empathy from the get-go. They are the future. They can effect change.
“Trolls” are the bane of social media. They feed off the vulnerability of others. They lurk. They inflict pain. They ridicule. They humiliate. And, they usually have a particular target, or targets, in mind.
From Hootsuite.com, here are five signs you’re being “trolled.”
They try to make you angry. And, they often succeed, so don’t take the bait.
They act entitled. It’s always and forever, about “me, me, me.”
They exaggerate. Superlatives are their best friend. Extreme and inflammatory.
They make it personal. Like kids in a schoolyard, they name-call and attempt to trash your character.
They often can’t spell. Yep. We’re talkin’ idiots. Trolls use improper grammar, cap every word and often, end those words with a multitude of exclamation points.
I have been the target of unkind remarks, especially on the above-mentioned entertainment forum. It stings, I won’t lie. But, then, I consider the source — someone who is probably miserable, perhaps envious, and most certainly, lacking in self-esteem.
After the pain of the punch in the gut ebbs, I feel for my attacker. Because I am a human being and I embrace my humanity.
“I’m for truth, no matter who tells it. I’m for justice, no matter who it is for or against. I’m a human being, first and foremost, and as such I’m for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.” Malcolm X




