I’m really tired of watching people bully one another on the internet. This sucks. I’m going home.

If there was something meaningful that I could do, then maybe I would. Maybe I would stay. Maybe I would do the 21st century online equivalent of getting into fistfights in back alleys and using a trashcan lid for a shield.

But – nope. This is not a power that I have.

A friend reminds me that people find it soo much easier to be terrible from behind the screen.

What bothers me is that more often than not, the folks who are doing the bullying are literally just standing up for what they believe to be right. But somehow, this manifests as something with the power to really hurt somebody else. And it’s spooky.

I don’t know, I just – I’ve gotten sucked into watching a particularly dramatic spectacle unfold online. Again. And I have actually started getting invested. So I’m starting to sense that this would be a good time to step back, for my own sake.

I feel like there are much better things I could be doing at the moment.

Currently, *better things to do* includes looking closely at black and white polarized images of the Crab nebula from 1975. The resolution is a little fuzzy, which is understandable!

Space is neat.

May I have the grace and the thickness of skin and the sense of humor and the perspective and the humility and the compassion and the confidence to know when to stop, and the discernment to be able to tell when it’s worth staying.

I hope it’s not a terrible Wednesday.