So I was over at BR today and something in the exchange of comments led me to try to explain why I bothered to show up over there, when they don’t listen, I didn’t want their respect, and we just end up exchanging angry words. I was stumped. I couldn’t honestly explain it to myself, much less to them. That was the last straw that ended a process that started last Sunday when our Pastor talked about giving up things for Lent that were bad for us rather than things we enjoyed. Commenting at BR brings out the worst in me.
And it was a profound sense of relief and release I felt when I closed the BR web page, knowing that I would not have to interact with it again for a few weeks. Given the Shrimpton thing and the “March Reveal,” I’ll probably read some articles at BR, but I won’t be commenting until after Easter.
Birthers will say that I ran away, but one can’t help what birthers say.