There are traumatic events in life, times when we feel victimized by unfeeling perpetrators. All too often, the abruptness of the cataclysm in and of itself precludes any type of rebuttal on our part.
In instances of sudden abandonment, unexpected divorce, betrayal by friends/relatives, sabotage by coworkers, ruthless politics, and more—the offenders seem to always flit off unscathed. Ever-proud of their prowess and smugly gloating over how easily they “got over” on someone else, their sense of entitlement and unabashed superiority deepens.
They skip off on their merry way, self-validated, believing that they truly are as they see themselves: masterful, stealth, and invincible.
Those perpetrated upon soon discover the sad truth that their circumstances were intricately crafted by the offender and/or his/her accomplice(s) to ensure an inability to have a say.
The victims of these evil folks too soon conclude that further interaction with the perpetrator would be tantamount to “casting pearls before swine”—further feeding narcissistic demons—the very demons that derived pleasure from causing such agony in the first place.
So what’s a person to do with all that seething anger when they’ve been done like this?
Like a pot of hot water ready to boil over, bad things can happen when too tight a lid is kept on so much pent-up frustration and emotion. It must be vented somewhere.
Commonly, clergy, lay counselors and psychological professionals recommend journaling as an effective way to work through a healing process. As a person journals, the mental rumination slows down considerably and overwhelming thoughts and emotions organize into logical patterns and sequences.
The very process of keeping a journal forces a person to feel and deal with painful thoughts and emotions in order to record them.
Today, we have technology and tools at our disposal that we never even thought of having just a few short years ago. Blogging is one such tool.
Blogging takes the process of cathartic writing to a whole new level … a sort of journaling on steroids, if you will. No longer just the one-reader-at-a-time hard-copy of a book tucked away in a nightstand for private access only. A public blog [even an anonymous one] provides the same much-needed catharsis—but adds an extra-sexy bonus: knowing that multiple people can simultaneously read and share their unheard/censored or discounted perspective.
It will never change what has already transpired, but oh, the satisfaction of finally and fully being heard. It’s wonderfully validating. Downright exhilarating.
What you will find here are written compositions and media projects that I have put together in honor of the various folks who still think they ‘got one over’ on someone through the years.
Don’t panic. No real names are used. But if you happen to be one of these perps and you recognize yourself in any of these stories, sorry about your luck. [Hang on where you fit!]
For the rest of you, in the interest of balanced journalism, I invite you to grab a cup of coffee, put your feet up and, as Paul Harvey used to say: “Stay tuned for ‘The Rest Of The Story” because “Nobody puts baby in a corner.”