I am the author of my own sense of helplessness.
I heard three women talking today, they were people who were actively in the moment trying to do good things for dogs in need of adoption locally. Coincidentally, we adopted one of our dogs from them, and I am not the biggest fan of the organization but the dog we got from them does resolutely come to cuddle the crying – and that is a good thing.
Anyway. The three women were doing good for dog adoption and simultaneously being so hateful. Angry at backyard breeders, angry at people who don’t know that the best language is “are those dogs for adoption” instead of “are those dogs for sale”. Just hurt and angry and broken hearted because they love dogs and other people don’t behave the way these women know they should.
I wanted to tell facebook all about it. I wanted to be correct and unchallenged in my opinion without triggering any change or expressing my opinion in front of someone else who might have a counter-factual.
Just like I’m sure that people know where to pee.
Just like I’m sure that Brexit is strange, and seems to have gone the wrong way.
Just like … and just like … and just like …
What was different this time is that the humans who were endangering the likelihood of finding loving homes for the three pitties they had with them (one of them white, with a brown spot over one eye and ears that did the thing that makes them 100x cuter) because anybody would have to interrupt the deluge of hatefulness to ask about the dogs were 300 yards away from me.
I will admit, I was still a little … like I get … after an exceptionally well done Vlogbrothers video. This one to be exact. Go ahead – I’ll wait.
So yeah. And there next to the pasta sauce I start trying out ways to say the things in my heart to the women who are doing good works for adoptable dogs.
Then the real revelation happens.
I need to do this all the time.
My local bookstore is doing a drive for LGBTQI kids, they are going to send the books to Orlando – I asked for recommendations (they had some) and then (with their help) realized the book I just finished was a good one. I did something.
I also have a card I intend for (but haven’t yet sent) the hospital which took many / most of the Orlando victims because the professionals who went head to head with the wrath of that man need recognition.
What if – before I let myself post / repost / like / share /❤ or whatever else … what if I DID something first. A real thing.
I think I’m going to try it.