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Would

you say these things to me in person?

. . .

Really? Because you didn’t you haven’t. You wouldn’t. It’s easier to say things aboutme than tome.

Why do we use these beautiful machines–these cybernetic organisms capable of unifying us and teaching us and letting us celebrate each other–for hate and harm? Why do you hate me [online]?

Did your parents never teach you not to say anything if you don’t have anything nice to say? [Or maybe online it’s not you]

OR

Did your parents ever tell you to say things whose sole purpose is hurting others? [Because that’s what you do]

I think I know the answers to the last two. And so do you.

SO: Why?

Why why why do you do this?

Why do you perpetuate this persona of hate and negativity and hurt that you could never convey to me in person? [But the @ sign is your best friend]

Does it make you feel good? Does it stop you from feeling bad?

[Do you even know]

Do you think I’m a bad person?

I have done bad things. But not to you. If you think I have, show me. I will stop writing here and now.
We both know, whether we choose to or not. We both do.

I have a lot of questions–and I really do want to know. Because. You. Have. Hurt. Me. [And others]

Do you hate me? Can you? Do you KNOW what that means?

Hate (v.) to condemn to die.

If you hate me, I feel sorry for you. If you think you hate me, I feel sorry for you. [I hope you lose what drives you to hurt, because I know it comes from your own pain and insecurity]

But you are not off the hook. You are not innocent. Because a man with no limbs can come here and tell you “We do not do this here anymore” and you will laugh and cheer and hug your friends and tell yourself “I am a good person. I do not hurt anyone. I do not [bully] anyone.”

But to you, the internet is not “here”

This editorial originally posted on Medium

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