Eram copil, relativ frumu\u015fel. Pe c\u00e2t putea fi de frumu\u015fel un copil \u00een anii 80, \u00een \u015for\u0163ule\u0163ul lui albastru, banal, larg \u015fi lipsit de personalitate, cum era toat\u0103 textila disponibil\u0103 \u00een comunism. \u015ei o vreme, m-a luat \u00een colimator un pu\u015fti vecin. Cu c\u00e2\u0163iva ani mai mare, obez datorit\u0103 alimenta\u0163iei ra\u0163ionalizate, const\u00e2nd din p\u00e2ine, macaroane, cartofi \u015fi orez – \u00eemi amintesc cu groaz\u0103 c\u0103, pe c\u00e2nd eram eu copil, se m\u00e2nca cotidian p\u00e2ine \u015fi cu cartofi pai, \u015fi cu sup\u0103 cu t\u0103i\u0163ei, \u015fi cu macaroane cu br\u00e2nz\u0103, deci nu era de mirare c\u0103 erau mul\u0163i copii obezi. \u015ei a \u00eenceput s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eembr\u00e2nceasc\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 trag\u0103 de p\u0103r \u015fi s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 c\u0103-s ur\u00e2t\u0103.
\n\u015ei \u00eentr-o zi, o bab\u0103 care a asistat la un astfel de episod mi-a enun\u0163at: “Sigur faci tu ceva s\u0103 \u00eel \u00eent\u0103r\u00e2\u0163i.”
\nPe atunci nu contraziceam adul\u0163i, c\u0103 nu exista protec\u0163ia copilului. Dimpotriv\u0103, dac\u0103 unui adult i se p\u0103rea c\u0103 te ui\u0163i contestatar la el, te b\u0103tea de-\u0163i rupea filmul. Dar \u00eenc\u0103 de mic\u0103, a \u00eenmugurit \u00een mintea mea \u00eentrebarea: Despre ce dracu’ vorbe\u015fte hoa\u015fca asta imbecil\u0103?<\/p>\n
Chiar nu f\u0103ceam absolut nimic s\u0103-l \u00eent\u0103r\u00e2t pe idiot, \u015fi mi se p\u0103rea vizibil cu ochiul liber. Dimpotriv\u0103, \u00eel ocoleam ca pe cium\u0103. Mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 simpla prezen\u0163\u0103 fizic\u0103 a cuiva at\u00e2t de prost te murd\u0103re\u015fte, ca un fel de boal\u0103 contagioas\u0103.
\nDiverse persoane, mai frumoase sau mai ur\u00e2te, mai proaste sau mai de\u015ftepte, mai ra\u0163ionale sau mai emo\u0163ionale, ajung de-a lungul vie\u0163ii lor \u0163inta h\u0103r\u0163uirii c\u00e2te unui bolnav mintal, sau a mai multora, \u015fi criteriul e total arbitrar: c\u0103 z\u00e2mbe\u015fti \u00eentr-un fel care-i aminte\u015fte de m\u0103-sa, c\u0103 i-ai p\u0103rut prea decoltat\u0103 \u00een poza de profil pe Facebook sau c\u0103 lui i se p\u0103rea c\u0103 toate femeile universului \u00eei datoreaz\u0103 supunere \u015fi sex, iar tu nu te sim\u0163eai datoare cu nimic.<\/p>\n
Ulterior, m-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit cu “sigur faci tu ceva” \u00een diverse ipostaze. Ca riposte adresate unor oameni h\u0103r\u0163ui\u0163i. Ca replici la pove\u015ftile unor oameni escroca\u0163i. Inclusiv ca sentin\u0163\u0103 despre soarta unei tipe c\u0103reia \u00eei jefuiser\u0103 ho\u0163ii casa. (M\u0103car \u0103steia au avut elegan\u0163a s\u0103 nu-i tr\u00e2nteasc\u0103 o atare inep\u0163ie \u00een fa\u0163\u0103, ci s-o b\u00e2rfeasc\u0103 frumos, lady-like, pe la spate.<\/p>\n
Mi se pare mixul perfect de prostie \u015fi cruzime: s\u0103-i g\u0103se\u015fti obiectului nenorocirii sau nepl\u0103cerii, dup\u0103 caz, o vin\u0103, chiar nedemonstrabil\u0103 \u015fi nedemonstrat\u0103, \u00eentr-o situa\u0163ie frecvent aleatorie care i-a adus prejudicii.<\/p>\n
Sigur, nu m\u0103 refer la cazul omului care urc\u0103 beat la volan \u015fi intr\u0103-n st\u00e2lp. Acolo, vina e demonstrabil\u0103, ra\u0163ional\u0103 \u015fi argumentat\u0103. Dar dac\u0103 cineva semneaz\u0103 cu bun\u0103 credin\u0163\u0103 un contract, \u00ee\u015fi execut\u0103 partea de obliga\u0163ii, \u015fi constat\u0103 c\u0103 a fost \u0163inta unei \u0163epe, chiar nu ai cu ce s\u0103-l acuzi pe bietul fraier. Sunt o gr\u0103mad\u0103 de oameni specializa\u0163i \u00een impostur\u0103, care mint cum respir\u0103 \u015fi care l-au indus cu strategii bine construite \u00een eroare. Trebuie s\u0103 existe bun\u0103 credin\u0163\u0103 s\u0103 po\u0163i construi lucruri, \u015fi s\u0103-i cau\u0163i vin\u0103 \u0163epuitului pentru buna lui credin\u0163\u0103, s\u0103-i spui c\u0103 face ceva s\u0103 atrag\u0103 impostorii, e o mizerie f\u0103r\u0103 margini, dublat\u0103 de o prostie cu strig\u0103turi.<\/p>\n
Toat\u0103 via\u0163a m-am \u00eentrebat cum se perpetueaz\u0103 abuzul \u00een societate? De ce stau anumite femei l\u00e2ng\u0103 b\u0103rba\u0163i care le umilesc \u015fi le bat, de ce stau anumi\u0163i copii ca sclavii pe l\u00e2ng\u00ee p\u0103rin\u0163i cotropitori, de ce stau na\u0163iuni \u00eentregi sub talpa unor tirani.
\nDe fiecare dat\u0103, r\u0103spunsul mi s-a dezv\u0103luit a fi acela\u015fi: cel care comitea abuzul reu\u015fea s\u0103 insufle fric\u0103 \u015fi umilin\u0163\u0103 \u00een victim\u0103. S-o conving\u0103 c\u0103, pe undeva, tratamentul inuman e ceea ce merit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Prin 2007, am deschis primul blog pe net. Pe yahoo 360, care era o re\u0163ea interconectat\u0103, exact ca Facebook. \u015ei re\u0163ea interconectat\u0103 fiind, au ap\u0103rut primii \u0163op\u00e2rlani. OK, de \u0163op\u00e2rlani avusesem parte din plin \u00een via\u0163\u0103, \u015ftiam c\u0103 unicul mod func\u0163ional de a-i pune cu botul pe labe e fermitatea \u00een a le transmite c\u0103 termenii \u00een care \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 comunice cu tine sunt nuli din punctul t\u0103u de vedere.
\nNumai c\u0103, o dat\u0103 cu \u0163op\u00e2rlanii, au ap\u0103rut \u015fi perpetuatorii mentalit\u0103\u0163ii “Sigur, faci tu ceva”. Cei care \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 te \u00eemping\u0103 cu cinism, sau poate doar cu prostie, \u00een mentalitatea de victim\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu, n-am f\u0103cut nimic. Nu am cont pe re\u0163ele matrimoniale, nu spamez \u0163op\u00e2rlani, nu m\u0103 duc s\u0103 trag de ei s\u0103 le plac\u0103 munca mea. Stau \u00een col\u0163i\u015forul meu de internet \u015fi-mi v\u0103d de ale mele. Exact cum am procedat \u00een ultimii zece ani.
\nLa un moment dat, o actri\u0163\u0103 cu gura mare \u015fi creierul mic a declarat c\u0103 vrea s\u0103-mi fac\u0103 scandal. Dar unde s\u0103 mi-l fac\u0103? Eu pe peretele ei nu m\u0103 duc, c\u0103 tind s\u0103 evit mocirla; pe pere\u0163ii altora o ignor. Unicul mod de a face scandal cu mine ar fi fost s\u0103 vin\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eempul\u0103ie pe teren propriu. Ceea ce e oarecum nepalpitant, pentru c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 una-alta, am \u015fi eu o ga\u015fc\u0103 de prieteni \u015fi o comunitate.
\nI-am f\u0103cut eu ceva? Nimic, niciodat\u0103. Dar prostia agresiv\u0103 n-are nevoie de motive.<\/p>\n
Ieri, la un status unde constatam cu \u00eenc\u00e2ntare c\u0103 deratizarea a reu\u015fit \u015fi c\u0103 de \u015fase luni nu m-a mai deranjat nimeni cu insisten\u0163e, s-a oplo\u015fit a o mie o suta idioat\u0103 promotoare a cli\u015feului “Sigur f\u0103ceai tu ceva \u00eenainte, emiteai un vibe care-i atr\u0103gea”.<\/p>\n
Mi-a\u015f dori, pentru genul “Sigur ai f\u0103cut tu ceva” aplica\u0163ia SlapTheBitch\u2122. Unde “bitch” e unisex, ca nimicnicia de caracter. \u015ei de c\u00e2te ori individul sau individa \u00een cauz\u0103 te ia cu “Sigur ai f\u0103cut tu ceva, s\u0103 meri\u0163i \u015fi s\u0103 atragi”, o palm\u0103 solid\u0103 de halterofil le rade cu sete una peste ochi.<\/p>\n
Iar ei vor clipi n\u0103uci \u015fi vor \u00eentreba ce-a fost asta. Eram copil, relativ frumu\u015fel. Pe c\u00e2t putea fi de frumu\u015fel un copil \u00een anii 80, \u00een \u015for\u0163ule\u0163ul lui albastru, banal, larg \u015fi lipsit de...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":13989,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13988","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-spicy"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Anger-is-okay-e1515114634925.png?fit=271%2C253&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13988","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13988"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13988\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13991,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13988\/revisions\/13991"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13988"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13988"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13988"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u015ei tu, z\u00e2mbind angelic: “Sigur AI SPUS<\/strong> tu ceva…”\u00a0 \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"