Dear person I used to admire online,
Please get back in your box. I put you in the Wonderful People box – the box for people who are more popular than I, but so very gracious. The box for the talented and smart, but so deserving. The box for the people I’ve never met in real life, but mingle with online and have come to love because they seem so genuine and caring.
Your Facebook status usually end with an emoticon, and are often words of gratitude or encouragement for someone. Your online personality is finely tuned to more of a mother than a cheerleader and that makes you alright with me. You are a beautiful writer, and I have enjoyed our you read me I read you relationship.
I enjoy everything about you… except who you want to be President.
I admire so much of you… except what you’ve said about the topic of abortion.
I smile at your words… except the ones that calmly state that marriage should only be between a man and a woman.
You rarely speak of politics and you never litter my Twitter stream with hateful words. For that I thank you…
but now I don’t know what to do with you.
You’ve quietly climbed out of your box, and now I have no where to put you. I have no compartment, no label for you.
You don’t believe some of my very dear friends should have the same civil rights you do – does that make you any less smart?
You’ve led a privileged life – does that make you any less kind?
You feel abortion is murder – are you any less of a woman?
Do I continue to read your beautiful words? Do I still interact with you online?
My boxes hold less than I thought. People are complicated and messy and selfish when they’re not being giving.
I still like you…
I no longer admire you…
and who knows if that means anything at all.