on the Internet and betrayal
Aug. 4th, 2009 10:10 pmI want to be writing about how awesome WriterCon was.
I want to be writing one of a billion Torchwood fics I should be working on, or any of a couple of essays I've been asked to do for anthologies.
I want to be writing responses to the slash panel talking points I found so problematic from that one session at WriterCon.
But I don't get to talk about that today.
Instead, I have to talk about trust and about what it means to err on the side of kindness.
Despite the fact that I am often harsh, that I call it like I see it, if I can help you, I often will. If that means money, professional advice, listening to the grief of stories, I give it if I've got it -- because people being generous with me, often more generous that I deserved at the time, is how I'm able to have the life I have. It's how I'm able to have any life at all.
But my trust and the trust of people I adore has been abused epically of late, in a number of ways, by a number of people. These include people misrepresenting their identity to cause rupture in a community that matters to me, people lying about death and disease in their lives to get money and attention and people exaggerating for the purpose of social manipulation and attention situations in which I would have no problem with them legitimately asking for help and my providing it in return.
And now I'm pissed. Because when you do that, you hurt people who do need help, and lord knows there are plenty of them.
I could do wrath and rage. I want to do wrath and rage. But I know whatever anger and eloquence I can muster will do nothing more than make these petty, craven, bored and broken sorts snigger or perhaps work harder to cover their tracks. So it doesn't matter.
Do good because you can do it. Do good because of what it says about you. Do good because it is there to be done.
The five minutes of my time, the five dollars donated, whatever -- all perfectly worth it so I don't have to feel I did less than I could have, just so I could have the privilege of never being embarrassed on the Internet.
You didn't get away with anything; you merely received compassion.
I want to be writing one of a billion Torchwood fics I should be working on, or any of a couple of essays I've been asked to do for anthologies.
I want to be writing responses to the slash panel talking points I found so problematic from that one session at WriterCon.
But I don't get to talk about that today.
Instead, I have to talk about trust and about what it means to err on the side of kindness.
Despite the fact that I am often harsh, that I call it like I see it, if I can help you, I often will. If that means money, professional advice, listening to the grief of stories, I give it if I've got it -- because people being generous with me, often more generous that I deserved at the time, is how I'm able to have the life I have. It's how I'm able to have any life at all.
But my trust and the trust of people I adore has been abused epically of late, in a number of ways, by a number of people. These include people misrepresenting their identity to cause rupture in a community that matters to me, people lying about death and disease in their lives to get money and attention and people exaggerating for the purpose of social manipulation and attention situations in which I would have no problem with them legitimately asking for help and my providing it in return.
And now I'm pissed. Because when you do that, you hurt people who do need help, and lord knows there are plenty of them.
I could do wrath and rage. I want to do wrath and rage. But I know whatever anger and eloquence I can muster will do nothing more than make these petty, craven, bored and broken sorts snigger or perhaps work harder to cover their tracks. So it doesn't matter.
Do good because you can do it. Do good because of what it says about you. Do good because it is there to be done.
The five minutes of my time, the five dollars donated, whatever -- all perfectly worth it so I don't have to feel I did less than I could have, just so I could have the privilege of never being embarrassed on the Internet.
You didn't get away with anything; you merely received compassion.
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Date: 2009-08-05 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-05 02:36 am (UTC)My mom pointed that out to me some Christmastime or another, as being a just wonderful lyric. Sure, you should do good so that Santa brings you presents, but more importantly, you should do good for the sake of being good, of making the world more good.
Also, I believe the phrase my group of friends uses most is "decreasing world suck"
~Sor
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Date: 2009-08-05 02:52 am (UTC)I can never understand people who manipulate and abuse trust given by others out of compassion in order to help. For me it is one of the greastest betrayels possible. I've experienced this in real life quite a few times and therefore learnt to be not as trusting but never online. So Racheline, *hugs* to you and everyone else, in that you and others had to experience this.
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Date: 2009-08-05 02:37 am (UTC)Also...it's one of the reasons I *don't* ask for help as often as I might need it. I'm too worried someone is going to see me as just another scammer.
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Date: 2009-08-05 02:40 am (UTC)*tender robed embrace*
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Date: 2009-08-05 02:48 am (UTC):( I'm sorry that you had to be hurt by them.
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Date: 2009-08-05 02:56 am (UTC)Whatever people have taken away from me by abusing my trust is nothing compared to what I have gained by giving it.
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Date: 2009-08-05 04:09 am (UTC)That's lovely.
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Date: 2009-08-05 04:09 am (UTC)In happy news for you, amand_r, adjovi is coming over tomorrow and we're going to talk her Big Bang. There shall probably be tootsie pops involved, and there will definitely be toasting of amand_r.
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Date: 2009-08-05 03:38 am (UTC)But I'm glad my bullshit detector seems to have grown more powerful and reliable as I've aged. It helps with my being careful.
"Do what you can." That's been a good spur for me. I try. Keep trying, as well.
I feel for the betrayals this entry is about. Betrayal is The Suck. (Don't feel like bein' fuckin' eloquent about it.)
Peace. Do what you can.
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Date: 2009-08-05 03:11 am (UTC)But it is a day I've felt very proud of my flist -- for calling the bullshit and supporting those affected by it.
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Date: 2009-08-05 03:17 am (UTC)I'm sorry you had to deal with these cruel idiots. I hope they get what's coming to them.
Do good because it is there to be done.
Date: 2009-08-05 03:18 am (UTC)Sorry that hurtful people played with trust and wasted your time, especially wasting your time. Trust you can choose to give back, but the moments you spent on this are moments that weren't spent elsewhere. And that is evil.
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Date: 2009-08-05 03:22 am (UTC)And short-sighted, on their part. A long-term friend is worth a lot more than a short-term handout. It's so sad that some people think they have to take what they need, that there is no other option.
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Date: 2009-08-05 12:17 pm (UTC)I can only imagine that they are protecting their egos by telling a lie that the truth can hide behind.
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Date: 2009-08-05 03:43 am (UTC)Eurgh. That is vile. I’m sorry you crossed paths with someone so undeserving of your good will.
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Date: 2009-08-05 03:45 am (UTC)This is yes. I was hoping against hope that, even if it was the same person again, maybe it would be different. I didn't make im my best friend of anythign, but I continued to be polite, friendly in that talking-to-nice-strangers kind of way. Thought maybe he/she got whatever it was out of his/her system (okay, yes, i recognize the need for epicene pronouns, I just can't get comfy with using them) and they were here just to be in the fandom and writing, this time.
Obviously not. And that saddens me. I don't get what the satisfaction is, being friendly with people, having them be friendly back, and then going hah! I was only *faking* friendly. Got you!
Got me.
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Date: 2009-08-05 04:50 am (UTC)People have been extraordinarily kind to me through my own illness(es) and lack of income, including you, rm, and I appreciate that very much -- times are hard all around, and shit does happen for real, eventually to us all. But that people take advantage of kindness? Makes me angry and sad all at the same time.
When I was in the position to, I was able to help with that true kindness for a number of people who clearly needed it, and it saddens me that I can't anymore, except with words.
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Date: 2009-08-05 04:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-05 04:51 am (UTC)I'm sorry you've been burned and treated that way, no one should have to feel that kind betrayal.
Perhaps I'm naive and not-jaded-enough-yet, but I really, really don't get it. Why people chose to do this sort of thing and end up causing strife, resentment and over nastiness.
Isn't the world nasty enough as it is?
*hugs* if you want them.
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