I’ve had a horrible week. I’m not going to talk about the details of it for a variety of reasons, but I did want to talk about the way I’m feeling right now, and how it’s a sad symptom of quite a few things.
A few years back — make that more like a decade or so at this point, I guess — I was someone who very much wanted to believe in my fellow man. I wanted to assume the best intentions, I didn’t want to believe that people could be awful to one another more often than not, and I certainly didn’t like seeing entire groups thrown under the bus based on their affiliation towards (or against) something that had little to do with their actual personality.
To give some specific examples: back in the early 2010s, when games journalists were starting to have harsh words to say towards video game enthusiasts when they complained about Mass Effect 3’s disappointing ending, I had rather mixed feelings about the whole thing.
On the one hand, I understood why many folks found the way the trilogy wrapped up to be disappointing; on the other, I felt the only people who really had any say in how it concluded were the people who actually made it. And on the third mutant hand, I really wasn’t happy with the way games journalists and press outlets seemingly gleefully jumped at the opportunity to attack the very audience they were supposed to be serving.
This may sound like fence-sitting, and perhaps it is, but I felt that everyone had valid points, and all of them were worth hearing out. I honestly believed that people could discuss something like this in good faith and not resort to attacking one another. To return to my original point: I wanted to believe in my fellow man, and that we could all reach an understanding.
Fast forward a couple of years from that and we have the notorious “Gamergate” controversy. Again, I’m not ashamed to say I had mixed feelings about the whole situation. Without a doubt, there were people who were using the background of what had been happening as an excuse to harass people — but to my eyes, there was an equal if not greater number of people who had genuine, worthwhile things that they wanted to say, and they wanted to be heard.
To see the entire group who gathered under that particular banner tarnished with the same “harassing women and minorities” brush was… disappointing, particularly when I saw this attitude from people I knew personally. Again, I’ll reiterate: I wanted to see the best in my fellow man, and I honestly wanted to believe that the people who felt passionately enough about a particular issue to effectively become “activists” in an online sense were doing so for a good cause.
At the same time, I’ll also add that I never planted my own flag beneath the Gamergate banner, because I also saw that it was very much on to a losing battle in terms of public perception. Regardless of how many people did have legitimate complaints, and the few good things that did come out of the movement, that scarlet letter of “harassing women and minorities” was always going to be there for anyone even tangentially involved.
Unfortunately, most of you probably know how these situations ended up.
In more recent years, I’ve seen countless more incidents that have played out exactly like the Mass Effect 3 controversy and Gamergate, and with every incident, I feel like I’ve lost a bit of that faith in my fellow man — to such an extent that now, I have precisely none of it left.
I have no confidence that anyone attempting to make a seemingly “passionate” argument is doing so for the greater good or for altruistic reasons. Because very few people these days show their true faces online. Very few people actually stand up for what they believe in; instead, they just jump on whatever the trending topic of the hour is and proceed to harass anyone who is seen as being “in the wrong” for whatever reason.
And it is harassment. This is another thing that I didn’t want to believe while I still had some remaining faith in my fellow man.
I used to believe that people wouldn’t be so awful as to hound others over a single issue, to such an extent that it has a severe impact on their own feelings of safety and wellbeing. I used to believe that people would say their piece and then give their “opponent” the opportunity to make a move, to make things right, or to at the very least explain themselves.
After multiple instances over the course of the last decade where I’ve seen that this emphatically isn’t the case — both involving me and incidents that I’ve just observed from outside — my only possible conclusion is simple. I was wrong to have faith in my fellow man. I was wrong to ever believe that people can be “good” to one another. I was wrong to believe that we can ever resolve our differences like decent… well, like decent human beings.
The default state for people to interact with one another these days, both on and offline, is aggressive, hostile and confrontational. The other person is always in the wrong, and it always has to be a fight. And you know what? I’m really tired.
I don’t want to fight. Ever. I’m not one of those people who is “up for a good argument”, and I never have been. I used to cry more than my parents when they had perfectly normal married couple arguments when I was a kid. If someone’s rude to me, I end up thinking about it for the rest of the day (and sometimes longer) to such a degree that it ruins anything else I had to do. And, as someone who is already anxious about social interactions at the best of times, I never walk into a situation thinking “I’m going to start some shit”.
Apparently this is no longer a “normal” way to be, however. And thus I cannot help but just sit here and be disappointed in that fellow man I once believed so vehemently in. Is it really any wonder I have so much hesitance in meeting new people when my experiences would seem to indicate that there’s at least an 80% probability any new person I meet will end up being a complete arsehole that I’ll never be able to get rid of as they repeatedly harass me over some stupid shit like what brand of underpants I wear?
The one positive, I guess, is that this does at least make me appreciate the few good people I do still have in my life; the ones I know I can genuinely rely on, and who rather wisely have always managed to remain high above this stupid shit. So if you’re one of those people, and if you’re reading this it’s likely that you are, thanks. Please don’t change.
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