I’m not afraid to speak my mind or share my opinion. In person, face to face, I’m willing to debate and stand up for controversial ideas and unpopular (or popular) beliefs. I’ll even gladly defend my opponent’s right to disagree with me. That’s what freedom of speech is all about.
Make no mistake. I will take a stand for what I feel is right. At work. In my community.
And at home…I’ll let my opinion pour forth unbidden and without worry.
But online? In social media? On my website?
I used to be stupid enough to expend precious energy doing this. But then I realized that I only have so many fucks to give in a day…and arguing on social media and getting caught up in social media drama takes up far too many of my precious, finite fucks. Fucks that need to be given to things much more important…like friends and family and naps and playing fetch with my dog and finding out what happens next on my favorite TV show.
It’s not that I’m afraid to say what I think. Or that I’m ashamed of my opinions.
No. No, no, no…Holy-god-damn-fuck no!
It’s that I know what we say online can be (and, more often than not, IS) misunderstood, twisted, and used against us. It’s used to guilt us, shame us, censor us, silence us, and force us into compliance…into submitting to a particular norm or group.
And I won’t be party to it.
My website is not a political forum. It’s a creative outlet. And I won’t be coerced into making it anything other than that.
It’s important, I think, to make this clear, in the midst of all of the current events and as we move into an election. So much hatred and faulty or fragmented information is gearing up to be thrown from multiple directions. I will often, during these times, silence, mute, and unfollow people, as well as completely shut off my social media platforms for long periods of time. It isn’t to create an echo chamber, for I do plenty of research to ensure I understand events and numbers/statistics and people’s intentions from multiple angles. It’s to shut out the nastiness and finger-pointing.
Because I have a finite number of fucks. Remember? And I don’t plan to spend any of them on that.
(The “Fuck Budget” is not my idea…I borrowed this from Sarah Knight’s book The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a Fuck.)