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Peace on Earth!


Sometimes, just because you went on television, some people thought that it is just fine to lash things on you. Worse is, that they own you.  


I don't blame them because these are few of the things that I understood even before I involved myself into something very public. This is a predicament that I have to accept as part of being publicly (un)known. 


I am not here to make them feel wrong because that's not going to help. 
Nor I'm not here to defend myself, because it is never therapeutic and most of all I believe that I am answerable to no one but God. 


When before, cat fights are the in thing, now it's cyber hating.


It is not new to be able to see tweets and messages that denotes a negative feeling, a negative comment or a negative reaction. I am not saying that saying something that we do not agree is a sin because basically, to each his own. But what is hurtful is to say something out not to 'better the person or to correct the person' but to speak just to hurt. 


There's a big difference with saying the opinion, which generally a right and a privilege for being in a free world, and character assassinating someone. 


Saying one's opinion of a situation is not forcing the other party to swallow what's in the mind but speaking or publishing the thoughts so as to be heard, make a stand or sharing one's point of view. 


Character Assassinating is in it's literal form bashing, digital murder and wasting of time and webspace.


I am not exempted with these things, the same way that I am not infallible to do something that might have hurt others but I really, I swear, try to hold on to my better ground and not answer back. Yes, I read all of the things said on me, whether positive or negative. But I try (try) not to be affected because first thing's first, what matters to me is that I have my family, my friends and their love. That's the most important. 


I am hurt at times and a lot of times, I am laughing at it: because that is the biggest and most concrete example of irony and how I realize I am well loved by my parents conversely because I choose to share love than hate. Hate is fake!


Irony because some people choose to hurt others to feel happy. Take note: feel and not be. If I may be honest, that is not happiness. At the end of the day, whatever we do to the least of our brothers and sisters that's what we do to Christ and I know deep within when the computer is turned off and we lie on bed, we are haunted by the fact that on the other side of the globe, you know and only you with God knows you have hurt some one. 


I don't intend to sound so moralizing because as what I have said I may have also hurt people's feelings but there's a great deal to fight for everyday more important than writing something that will hurt some one. 

lax potty training = antisocial personality

I'll be honest, when I read tweets that are hurting, I really do want to reply back, reply something that I know will crush the person and I get even but there's this little voice in me saying that there's not good in it because I can never replace the love that their parents and loved ones may not have provided once or that maybe, during their anal stage of development, their toilet training activity was so lax that a residual behavior when they grow has something to do with the reckless disregard for the right of others. 


It is pure a psychologic thing. Viva Sigmund Freud. Very objective indeed!


Another deeper explanation according to Carl Jung would is that when a person ahtes you for somethign, that's exactly what you possess that they envy. Ouch! Band-aid paging!


At the center of all these situations there are a few things I'd like to share, lessons that I have reconciled while I am experiencing all.


Here's my 10 Commandments. 


First, always love. Love yourself and as I have been loved, so I am sharing only love. 


Second, if there is a need to stand and fight for one's right, be courageous to do so. 


Third, selective inattention works. That is, filtering what should be stored, remembered and in twitter, favorite(d). 


Fourth, be cheerful still. I am not affected because I am happy with my life and my blessings. That's just the whole point. 


Fifth, I count my blessings. 


Sixth, value their honesty. It is in their honesty that I get to humble myself. 


Seventh, empathized. I put myself in their shoes. Maybe they are undergoing a difficult thing now and so, they are acting out or coping with reaction-formation.


Eight, be objective. If it's something not true, who cares. And, it might be that they have not been gratified during the oral and anal stage of development. 


Ninth, there is dignity in silence. No one can pull a good man down.


Tenth, choose your war. Be quiet, plan and wait for the right war. And I think that's the war within. 


I know that a lot may be able to relate with what I am talking here. Some are victims, some are villains. It is no longer important, because again, we are free! But let me remind of the term responsibility. 


Also, I just wish that parents would spend more time with their children. Talking to them and loving them more, these kids are just victims of circumstances. I don't blame them. 


Lastly, I am A-okay. I am so blessed, there's no reason I'll be affected. My life is wonderful, if hurting me makes them happy, that's my early Christmas gift. 


I listen, I read, I speak and I value.

Only that, "I mistrust the judgement of every man in a case in which his own wishes are concerned" according to Napoleon Bonaparte. 

I will use my time saying thank you than go to hell. LOL.