Thoughts, stories, and ideas from a late-to-the-Internet 30-something that truly believes we’re all in this shit together.
Past 4ever Yung Entries
Being Mad Online™
A Successful Day
The Politics of Talking About Politics
The Summer of This Content
Nothing Dies/Something Mourns
Making Yourself at Home
4ever Yung by yung costanza
Being Mad Online™
In today’s political climate, it’s hard to avoid flying into a blind rage once in awhile.
If you’ve never been Mad Online, you haven’t been online long enough. It’s easy enough to curate your timelines, block and mute offending accounts, unfriend that idiot you went to highschool with, and so on. But especially in today’s political climate, it’s hard to avoid flying into a blind rage once in awhile at the things you’re subjected to every day: the near-daily headlines about our current administration’s attempts to strip us of our rights. The quote-retweets by well-meaning and not-so-well-meaning people exposing us to bigotry of all types. The randos in our mentions literally searching for an argument because we spelled out “Trump” instead of “Tr*mp.” You can try your best to keep your cool, and even succeed most of the time, you’ll probably experience being mad online at some point.
Being mad online isn’t so different from experiencing anger offline. Anger is anger and it’s just as real if it’s caused by something you read on your phone screen. But for me at least, it does feel more invasive. I don’t go online seeking arguments, political or otherwise. I log in for a pleasant distraction and to catch up on how people are doing. And while I do know infuriating responses can come from anywhere at any time, and garbage news can be retweeted onto my timeline and probably will be, I still am never fully prepared for getting Mad Online.
For the most part, I’m not an angry person. Through some combination of learned patience, self-medication, and, for better or worse, my non-confrontational personality, I just don’t get mad very often, or at least, not in ways that are detrimental to me. But it wasn’t always that way.