On Comments

It took a comment from 45 mins for me to actually remember that I had a blog and one that I had wanted to update often.

Anyway back to the blog and why I went off it.

Not sure whether anyone read the comment on my previous post, but here it goes:
"What kind of mother leaves her son in another country for a man???? And at an age when he needs his mother? You disgust me. You are a pathetic excuse for a mother."

I can’t put into words my first reaction to those lines. I remember laughing for a few seconds. But it was a laugh that accompanies a certain redundant pain. Yeah sure I live away from my son and while it is not an ideal situation, it is something that hurts me just as much as it hurts my son. Hey no one says that life is fair. And to think that a stranger, living somewhere could pass a remark about my situation without having a damn clue about anything was beyond me.

That whole day I spent more time thinking of “anonymous” than even about my son. I felt sorry for this person really. DH and I debated for a while who could write something like this – a man or a woman. I said a man – a woman would be more sympathetic to my situation. DH said a woman – because a man would never be so spiteful in such a bitchy manner! In the end we both agreed that anonymous had a lot of unresolved issues, was someone who could have been abandoned / cheated by a loved person etc etc. And the only way they could possibly handle their frustration was to write mean comments on other’s blogs. He / she didn’t even have the balls to put a random name for the fear of being identified! It must be so awful being in the shoes of “anonymous”.

Coming back to comments in general – there are certain things that I feel so strongly about. Some times I too read certain blogs and I have comments coming out of my ears. But these have never been in a spiteful way, I might want to give some unsolicited advice, write about how I would handle a situation ... but that’s where I stop. Who am I to judge you? Who am I to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong? Who am I in the whole scheme of “your” world? I guess it take a bit of understanding and maturity when you are peeking into other’s lives and judging them.

Some of you may ask me why I didn’t just delete this comment instead of publishing it. Yeah I could have done that – but where’s the thrill of giving “anonymous” a piece of my mind. Where’s the thrill of getting this whole thing off my chest?

Phew.... now that felt good. And thanks 45 mins for waking me up.