Wow.
I was blocked on Twitter by one of the most revered, respected angel investors and start up founder.
Honestly I didn’t believe it at first. I thought, no way does this man with over 500k followers know or for that matter ACTUALLY care about my comment I posted over a retweet of his. Unbelievable.
Ok, let me be transparent, I did not retweet with a compliment.
My words were snarky, yeah I was grouchy, no excuse, but I was and I implied he was a very rich man playing philosopher.
I tried to apologize but it was too late.
I was blocked.
Mind you, I don’t follow him, his tweet popped up because someone I did follow liked it or whatever.
The point is: I shouldn’t have been snarky. Me and snarky go way back. To childhood. A defense mechanism I’m sure.
I say I’m a Christian, then pop goes the snarky!
Dear Lord, help me with my sarcasm. I really mean it.
Dear Lord help me with my sarcasm. It was useful growing up in a male dominated household, but my word, I’m an Abuela now and there’s just no excuse to be snarky to anyone, even famous, wealthy strangers who may like philosophy. Or be an actual philosopher.
I’ve been blocked in real life so I wasn’t hurt as much as I was so angry with myself for taking a cheap shot at someone, merely because it popped into my head and to be honest, NOT remembering he’s a person, probably a husband or father, and he has feelings.
That’s what upset me. I upset him.
It’s insulting to God to snark at any image bearer, whether rich or poor, in sickness or in health, till death do I part.
This isn’t some not so clever take on traditional wedding vows. These are the vows I made to God.
And I broke them.
I asked God to forgive me.
I prayed for the man.
I begged God to help me make better decisions when it comes to my words.
All day today my mind was in reflection and prayer.
How my words angered someone so much, they felt the need to block me.
That’s not me.
I’m your cheerleader, I’m the lady people talk to when they are so low they feel invisible.
Knowing he will never know how truly sorry I am is maddening, but well you know ..well well well, look who showed up, the consequences for my bad decisions. I deserve the never knowing.
But if you ever read this, mister, I am truly sorry.
Love,
Maria.
