Five minutes ago, as I was updating myself with information from X, a thread of a story came to me while scrolling down. It was about someone (let’s call her Miss A) receiving a direct message from a complete stranger who felt compelled to criticize her life choices which she had openly shared.
The stranger, hiding behind the seemingly innocent phrase “just a reminder” to make their words sound legitimate, poured out their unsolicited opinions. They presented their argument against Miss A’s choices, backed by a short clip, a few scriptures, and a punchline instructing her to “open her eyes” because, according to them, she had taken the wrong path.
Reading that thread stirred something in me. It reminded me of an experience I had a few weeks ago. I could completely relate to Miss A’s situation, and for the first time in a while, I felt a little less alone.
A couple of weeks ago, I found myself in a nearly identical situation. A friend in one of my circle’s chat groups dropped a clip into the conversation without a single word. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was about. But as soon as I read the title, I knew I had no interest in opening it. I could already guess what it was about, and I wasn’t in the mood to engage.
