Today I had hoped to publish a travel post for you all. Something with photo of the beautiful Danish country side or maybe a picture of Ellie noshing on a baguette with the Eiffel tower in the background. I just couldn’t get the words on to my computer screen. I keep thinking about the little internet drama going on in the bloggy world.
It seems that Katie from A Mother Thing wrote a story about her son getting a head band ripped of his head by a homophobic WalMart customer. Many people believed that she is crying wolf and many of your shared the story all over Facebook in shock that this would happen. Some of you questioned why she hadn’t gone to management or call the police? How could she just stand there in shock? Others point out that her 101 about me post should actually be titled 101 awful and pretty unbelievable things that happened to me. Kidnappings, near death experiences, and illness. This girl either has the worst luck in the world, exaggerates everything, looks for the negative in everything or is just a big ole’ fat liar.
She states “I was less than 60 miles from where Flight 93 went down on 9/11.” Um great, so were most of my relatives considering they live in the area of and I had been there just 3 weeks prior. Never did it cross my mind to connect myself with this awful tragedy that way.
She goes on and on with other examples just like this. So is she just one of those unlucky people or is she looking for attention by sharing negative things about her life? You know those people who do nothing but use their facebook status update to share with the world how awful their life is. They tend to blame everyone else, but themselves. They look for sympathy, but never take action to change their situation.
She’s not the only one who does this. Just looking at my facebook feed proves this.
“I’ve just run out of gas and I’m not going to make it to my interview!! Why does this stuff happen to me?” – Um really? How about looking at your gas gauge?
“I’m going to have to feed my kids left overs tonight. I can’t afford to buy dinner tonight.” – Maybe they can eat those shoes you posted you bought yesterday.
Ok, let me jump back to original story of the head band. What frustrates me about her and this story is that it minimizes other stories of the same nature. There is enough discrimination out there that we don’t need to make up stories about it. We don’t need to exaggerate stores of hate so that your post will go viral. There’s plenty of hate in the world, why add more?
Here’s a question I’d like to ask all you bloggers and writers. How much of your stories are dramatized for entertainment value? At what point does your story become fiction?