Something just happened to the little one and I that was wrong and ridiculous and made me so angry I was shaking. The one thing that I kept focusing on afterwards as I stayed cool and upbeat for my daughter was my inner mantra of “I am SO blogging about this!” And I was going to sit down and share this story with all of you so you’d be angry with me and you’d say things like, “That’s so messed up! I would have punched that woman!” and it would all be very cathartic and help me get it out of my system. I’m a writer and writing about stuff is how I digest it.
But then I realized, why give her the power? I will never see this person again in my life and she doesn’t even know my name so she sure as heck isn’t going to read it or anything but that doesn’t matter. Investing even a minute in this random jerk is more than any troll, online or IRL, deserves. They don’t deserve a place in your head let alone on your personal webspace.
And I just had this moment like…
And just like that, I wasn’t upset about  it anymore. It was out of my system.
Not sharing it online. Not blogging about it. Not writing about it at all. Who’d thought?
Hillary DePiano is a playwright, fiction and non-fiction writer who loves writing of all kinds except for writing bios like this.
