Turning the page

Whew. Well last week was exhausting I must admit. There is no reasoning with an impossible person.

Bunny came at me and started attacking others too. Here, on Twitter, and at rbmbs. I guess she didn't like my letter. Then some folks got understandably upset and started dishing it back to her, indirectly, amongst themselves, and she was all like waaaaaaaaaahhh. Poor Bunny. Nobody can say I didn't try. My heart was beating so fast when she was here being mean to me. My first impulse was to be mean back. I was ready to write a really mean spin-off on the really mean parody. I was cracking myself up and ready to roll. It would have been hilarious and satisfying, yet it would have been mean. And that's not me.

I pretty much decided to take my own advice and step away from the mean Bunny. I said what I had to say, and she is so troubled I just don't even want to be responsible for her fur falling out or a little mean bunny heart attack. It is quite apparent that I am only feeding the meanies by allowing them any importance to me. How important do I want them to be in my life? Only I have the power to make that choice.

I hope for Bunny that someday she will be able to let go of all the hate. It is poison. I promise. There are not many certanties in life, but that is one of them.

Bunny might be the meanest of the meanies, but perhaps because she is the most vulnerable. It is apparent that Bunny is trying desperately to recover from her hurt and her hate by writing and promoting hateful things both in her rbmbs blog and in her tweets, thoughts and feelings and delusions that are instantly validated by other meanies and folks who have bought in to the hate parade. As long as her main focus is on hate, I just don't see that recovery from hate working out for her. 

There were some hateful tweets that she did reconsider and delete, I attest. That is a good thing. That showed to me that she is perhaps not as nasty as she portrays, and that she may even be a good person with a conscience and a heart afterall. You might not know what I'm talking about, but she does.

I feel like the reason Bunny's hate has escalated to such heights and the reason that she always compares those who are responsible (in her eyes) for her woes to jodiarias, is largely, if not entirely, the fault of Meanie B. 

Meanie is the one who broke the catfish story in the middle of this emotional and extremely frustrating trial and in such a way that it brought maximum damage, not only to Kelly, but also to Bunny herself, and to everyone involved. Really what does all this matter? Maybe Kelly is who she says she is. Maybe she's not. I just don't understand the hate propoganda. I have faith that karma will iron it all out.

As for Meanie B, mean girls club president, I have already voiced my disgust. I will certainly keep my eye on her for future musings. She is such a good faker. She obviously has nothing better to do than dig up dirt and gossip and try to hurt people all the while promoting herself. It is quite a talent to incite such hate in others, and by the way that isn't a quality that karma likes so much. Meanie is the center of it all, using her fake flowery talk and "superiority" and "facts" to encourage hate and flame the fires of rumor and gossip. I must say I am impressed at Meanie's abilities in the mean and deceptive and self-serving departments. 

Meanie's hat is a puzzle to me, both light and dark and very smart but very controlling. Like the orchestra conductor with her baton. But no instrument of her own.

 All weekend the meanies have been going on and on being mean and patting each other on the back. Each has their own important role in the meanie club. Guess what, I'm bored with your meanness and I have better things to do. People like that do not even deserve my attention. The meanies are seriously obsessed and relentless. And I am seriously over it.

As I was considering what to write about next, last night I decided to turn the page and live by example. I did not want to become what I was condemning or behave like those people that I disapprove of, I don't want to be mean and I'm no bully. I'm just thinking out loud, trying to understand why grown women would act this way. The meanies continue to spend their days, literally hours on end, even after all these weeks, still saying mean things about other people and challenging anyone who does not agree with them. But they do not even challenge with any intelligent debate, they only attack by being mean. They can, and they have proven, that they will continue to do so. Probably for the rest of their something-is-missing lives. They have demonstrated that they have no interest in bettering themselves, because they already believe that they are better than everyone else.

This weekend the Mean girls club started circulating several articles speaking out against cyber bullying!!! What the what?! Are you kidding me? 

That was the final straw that had me come to terms with the fact that they are hopeless. Bunny even ventured to say that "people take the internet much too seriously". Yeah, newsflash, they do you meanie. They are thoughtful intelligent sensitive human beings with feelings and families and weaknesses behind those screennames. But for you, it's just fun to be mean. That's how you get your kicks.

This whole experience has my mind reeling about the whole concept of what makes a person "mean". What makes a person want to intentionally hurt other people? Why do some people think they are more important than others? Why do some people take pleasure in making another person cry? What made me feel the need to stand up against the meanies enough to start this blog? I have a lot of ideas on where I will go from here, but one thing is for sure, I am turning the page. 

Because unlike the meanies, I can.

I spent the day preparing my humble abode to receive my elementary school son's Odyssey of the Mind team tomorrow. What a great group of sweet and smart kids. Children bring such joy to life. Usually we meet up at another mom's house, but I volunteered for tomorrow. I always clean the house top to bottom when somebody who has never come over before is coming over, but this time my guests will include my son's teacher! Meep! My grandmother has told me again and again that her daddy always told her you only have one chance for a first impression. 

After all the preparations at my house, we went over to my Grandad's and saw the whole extended family. The old folks, the grown-ups, the youngins, the children, and the babies. There was so much laughter and love. That's what it's all about. 

So now here I sit, quietly by the fireplace, in my gorgeous and sparkly clean little happy house that I love. Isn't it fabulous to love where you are in life? It really is. Houses are made from brick and stone, but homes are made from love alone. And no meanies can touch that.