In a long life with most of my firsts behind me, it's both
refreshing and disconcerting to chalk up another one--someone has blocked me on
Twitter.
It would be petty to name names, and I won't. I certainly
understand people have bad days, or bad things going on in their lives about
which I know nothing, which make them irritable. But my crime seemed worthy of
a scowl at most, or a shot across my figurative bow, something like "Not
appreciated."
Someone complained about a health problem which is most
annoying to endure. I'm not a medical professional, but I know this problem is
common and temporary. I’ve had it myself. You probably have, too. I'd liken its
seriousness to that of pink eye or a sprained wrist--inconvenient,
uncomfortable, maybe worthy of medical attention, yet not a major concern. It passes
in less than a week.
The tweet with the complaint ended with the person not
wanting unsolicited medical advice. Good call. Who wants medical advice from
strangers online, anyway? I replied, "My unsolicited advice is to smile at
yourself in the mirror and be glad this is your biggest physical malady. There,
better!"
Blocked.
Okay, not my problem. I don't rely on this person's tweets
for anything I need to know. But I'm somewhat bothered s/he's been selfless
there, which is how I came to follow them, and is now so self-involved s/he
must block those who remind them to see the positives.
Life's nasty. There will come times when this person feels
so unwell s/he cannot function, has a disturbing symptom pointing to a dire
illness, or has received a dreaded diagnosis which makes today's health
complaint seem the merest shadow when compared. I can only hope s/he can smile
in the mirror then and be grateful to be alive.
My master plan is to be aware there's still life in me, that
I can stand before a mirror, that I can see, that I can
smile, that I have a mirror.
There, better!
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