On How The World is a Cold, Cruel Place
About a week or two ago, there was a play. I tried out for a part. I wanted that part so badly (I am a huge fan of that character.) At the tryouts, I sang my absolute best. People have always told me how great my voice is.
When I was going to march in a parade, about a week later, some of the other girls who were marching told me the terrible news.
I DIDN'T GET THAT PART.
It turns out that the part was given to a snobbish girl whom I hate. By the way, she can't keep the beat, she sings off-key and horribly, and she's a notorious snob.
During the parade, I silently cried.
For some reason, I seemed to *know* I would get that part. I sang clear and pretty. I had practiced. I even bought the play CD and listened, practicing 24/7.
I made a foolish mistake after that.
I looked to the Internet for support.
I went to various chat sites. Guess what the responses were every time?
"Attention seeker."
"Liar."
"Time-waster."
Why? Why is it always a lie? I could be a starving child, ravaged by war, looking for sympathy, and all I would get are these crushing comments.
I have something to ask of anyone who reads this article:
Don't be like them.
You can't prove that the person you're insulting is a liar. Insults are bad anyhow.
Be nice to people you meet on the Internet. Unless you can prove someone is wrong, don't jump to conclusions.
You might ruin someone's day.