Monday 29 October 2012

The Stench of Hatred

I don't usually let it get me down.  I normally choose to ignore it.  Having been on Twitter nearly four years I realise not everybody is obnoxious and rude.  However, lately I've found the stench of hatred becoming increasingly disheartening.

In the past few weeks I've put up with comments ranging from laughably ridiculous, such as calling me a 'soldier of satan' due to my lack of religion, through to more spiteful outbursts including wishing cancer upon me and telling me to die because I dared to disagree with a certain viewpoint or approach to debate.

I wouldn't call myself particularly controversial or any more opinionated than the majority of people I follow.  Like most people however, I do have opinions on issues that matter to me.  From time to time, in amongst my more inane ramblings, I choose to share them with my Twitter friends.  When I do express opinions, I like to think I'm fairly consistent.  I try my best to express those views in a relatively respectful fashion, making sure I'm able to back up what I say with facts rather than simply directing irrational and unhelpful anger at people I've never even met.  I'm also generally happy to discuss my viewpoint if people want me to.  I'm even open to changing my mind should somebody present me with a relevant point I hadn't previously considered.  If there's one thing I've learned in my study of Philosophy it's about changing one's mind in response to a well thought-out argument.  Taking this into account, I appreciate that I may be more conscious than some people of the need to keep calm and stick to the facts in order to facilitate constructive debate.  However, surely a lack of understanding of the basic rules of debate can't be an excuse for some of the hateful vitriol that some people spout?

It would be naive and unrealistic to want for everyone to get along and agree all the time and I'm certainly not asking for that.  What I would really like though, is for people to find a better way to address others who don't entirely agree with them than with insult, anger, or aggression.  I don't recall anyone ever winning someone over to their point of view by being nasty to them.  Granted, I'm sure some of history's dictators may choose to disagree with me but there's a stark difference between getting somebody to see your point of view and making them suppress their voice simply in order to avoid personal attack.  I know it's 'only Twitter' and that it's 'not real life'.  But Twitter is and can be an incredibly useful place to meet and discuss matters with a huge network of people, often who we wouldn't normally come into contact with through the course of our real lives.  One could even argue that if all you want from Twitter is to connect with people who agree with you or who reinforce your world view, you're probably missing the point.

I doubt very much that my writing of this blog post will change anything much.  I know I'm not the first person to write about it and I'm pretty certain I won't be the last.  I know there'll always be people who are angry and who find it hard to contain their anger or to express themselves constructively.  However, if I could achieve one thing by sharing my thoughts on the matter it would be that at least some people think about the potential effect hostile words can have.  If every single one of us were to shut down any opposing views with aggression rather than engaging in discussion there'd be little point in any of us bothering with the conversation at all.  And at the end of the day, if Twitter isn't about conversation any more then really, what is the point?

Wednesday 24 October 2012

Take Cover, It's Finally Happened

Nearing 30,000 tweets, it has finally happened.  I have started a blog.  A place where those of you with enough time on your hands can read even more of my mumbles, musings, and rants.  In even more than the 140 characters of information, thoughts, and opinions I blurt out multiple times per day.

The above paragraph may actually be slightly misleading.  It intimates that my starting of a blog is largely selfless, and mostly for the benefit of the few who do not find my frequent Twitter ramblings and occasional outbursts verbose enough. On the contrary, there's a small part of me that quite enjoys writing from time to time.  Except of course when I have a few hours to write a 2000-word essay that I was supposed to have taken a whole month to write.  Or when I have to write a detailed contract for work that nobody told me about until it needed to be submitted 30 minutes ago.  Times like those, well, understandably I tend to dislike it quite intensely.  But apart from times like that.  Other times, ones like this, I quite like it.  I'm not particularly good at it.  I can spell.  I can do grammar correctly for the most part.  I can usually get my point across in a relatively articulate, albeit meandering, fashion when needs be.  However, on the subject of how engaging, or how valuable or useful any of it will be, I wouldn't like to make any promises as I really wouldn't like to disappoint you.

How frequently I'll post, well your guess is as good as mine.  How often does a mad man call out to his imaginary friend without reply?  What I will write about could be any number of things.  My interests include art & crafts, sometimes politics although that may be better filed under opinions over things that irritate me rather than interests as in actual things I like.  I also, like most of the human race, quite like food, and have been known to cook something every once in a while.  I do the odd bit of running although I never win at it or anything like that so there'll be few tales to tell there.  And if you know anything at all about me you probably know by now that I have an avid interest in cats.  Finally, I'm studying a degree in Philosophy & Psychological Studies so every now and then I may even bore you with some Philosophical ramblings that may seem to me like a new way of looking at things but that I'll no doubt realise further on in my studies had already been covered in one of the many 17th Century texts I find myself wading through.

Anyway, I'm already going on a bit, so I shall end it here.  But hopefully you'll get the picture.  It's not really about any one thing in particular.  But it's just a place, similar to the place of numerous other tweeters who now blog, to put my thoughts when it seems appropriate for them to spill over from 140 characters.

See you soon!