The gif has nothing to do with this post aside from the fact that I’m writing it on a Thursday morning when not even coffee is enough to get my brain in gear.
So, buckle up.
The other day I was playing a video game. It’s a multiplayer game. Now, I turn off the open chat because I’ve no interest in listening to the misogynistic nonsense that is prevalent in the gaming world.
While standing around waiting for an in-game event to start, another gamer began harassing my character.
This is how it started.
My character is literally just standing still playing a lute. (It’s a game emote you can do to kill time.) My character is female. Another gamer comes over and begins trying to engage me.
He swings his weapon at my character.
I keep playing my lute.
He gets tired of being annoyed, so he runs over toward a group of enemies nearby and uses one of his powers to drag the enemy over to my character which forces me to engage with the creature to avoid being killed.
I kill the enemy then go back to playing the lute.
This happened four times.
And I’m starting to get pissed off. Why does this always happen? I just want to play my lute and wait for the in-game event. Being pissed off causes me to also be stressed out, which is terrible for my blood pressure issues.
And that’s when it hits me.
You know, this jackass is just doing this to get a reaction.
So, I leave.
Own your shit. I can only control myself. No matter how annoyed another person makes me, I can’t force them to change. So? Controlling my shit means leaving an area to find somewhere else to play. It’s a massive game, I easily found another event without the annoying asshole.
And that’s the dump the rest part.
That dickhead? Not my responsibility. I shook off my annoyance and continued to enjoy the game.
Why should I let a perfect stranger ruin my enjoyment?
I owned my shit. And dumped the rest.
Can you relate?