I have an explanation for their behavior: because they don’t have anyone to tell it to. Verbal violence = people who feel unheard. So they shout. Verbal violence = impotence.
But then I thought about it. If I should die before I wake, how would I like to be remembered? What if Facebook were my obituary. The road map of my temperament. The tale of my final days. Each post a Hansel and Gretel trail to my immortal soul.
I’d like to think I was thought kind. Faithful. Interesting. I’d like to think one could see the joys of my life. I have a loving family. I hope I’ve reflected that. We have great fun as a family. I hope I’ve reflected that. We have strong faith in my family. I hope I’ve reflected that. I hope I’ve reflected I cherish my friendships. Honor the truth. Trumpet the righteous. And thirst for justice.
I hope I don’t seem melancholy. Or angry. Or full of hate.
If I should die before I wake, I hope one would know that I felt loved, felt satisfied, felt welcomed, felt sad, and felt scared.
And I knew I was heard.