What the hell is the matter with some people? Why do adults act like children? A friend creates a blog, a personal vehicle of expression, a window into her mind, somewhere to unload the daily accumulation of thoughts good, bad, and ugly. She takes every opportunity when inspiration strikes to capture those thoughts and put them out into the ether, including the occasional break at work. Sadly, a coworker feels it's his job to not only notice what's on her screen (I'm sorry, is this 1984?) but to make a point of researching the blog to read it and then proliferating his newfound knowledge all around the office, in spite of my friend's repeated request to keep his mouth shut about it. He finds the whole thing funny. She finds it devastating. The blog wasn't exactly private, but it wasn't intended for everyone she knew to share in it. Now her outlet is stifled. Now she has to censor and edit. Sure, she could just start another blog. But the first one had a really cool name! And the first one was the first one, the one she wanted, designed, cared about, created. And now she has to either abandon it, or abandon its purpose. All because some moron thought it would be cute to act like a 12-year old: "Hey, everybody, look at Ann's blog!" (not her real name, of course) It's akin to finding her diary and showing it to everyone. Maybe she shouldn't have had it open at work, but that's not the point. Why do some people have to BE that way? Seriously: why?
I mean, I don't want to steal my friend's thunder. It's not my crusade. But it reminds me of all the times when I have looked chronologically mature adults and thought, "what the hell is the matter with you?" for exactly the same reason. To quote a friend, "that really chaps my ass." (He's Texan.) I will never understand why some people feel the need to continue to persecute others like a schoolyard bully who never grew up.
You know who you are.
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