I was super stoked about my postcard from a person who is a member of an online group I belong to. It was a surprise – we’d not been in communication. There is a file where group members can share their addresses if they would like to get mail, so I left mine. (I’ve covered up our addresses here with cough drops).
I thought it was really cute and inventive. The postcard has washi tape with botanical images on it, and rubber stamp markings. There is also a tiny envelope! How creative!
This is what was inside.
The cleverly designed thing folds out into a strip with washi tape with constellations on it.
…but now I feel left out because of all that this person got. She posted it on the group page and tagged her, so I know it is from her.
…and here is a picture from another person – more stuff that she got from this member.
Both say it was a surprise – that they weren’t already friends with her.
I’m really jealous.
Which is a terrible thing to feel because it wasn’t like she promised me anything at all. I should be grateful, but in comparison to the other people’s mail, I feel sad and jealous. And I hate feeling like that.
They had no way of knowing that there was any inequality. But I’m sure there are others in the group who didn’t get a letter and they are wondering “why not me?”
It is something I wrestle with on my personal page. Do I share pictures of a party I went to where some friends weren’t invited? They will know they were left out.
I remember in school we were told to bring enough (of whatever) for the rest of the class – or don’t bring it to share at all. We had to include everyone.
I hate it when my friends invite people in a shared group to go to a new restaurant or experience, and don’t invite me. I know they didn’t invite me because they either don’t tag me on the invite – which I can see because I am friends with them, or because they post pictures of the “good times with good friends”, and I wasn’t there.
I hate it. And it keeps happening. It happened all the time with the SCA “household” I was a part of. It is part of why I finally left. It made no sense for the head of the household to question why I wasn’t hanging out with the others. He implied that my husband was controlling me, that there was something ugly going on. Yes, there was something ugly going on. The head – and his wife – and other members of the household – didn’t invite me to these gatherings. Over and over and over. How could I hang out with them if they didn’t let me know? I was especially hurt when they decided to take a jewelry making class together and didn’t invite me – knowing that was one of my interests. But to then think that I wasn’t social with them because I was in an abusive relationship? Insane.
And last night I’d finally had it and cried big ugly tears and I still don’t feel better about it.
Social media isn’t social sometimes. Sometimes it just lets you know how much you are missing out on. It feels like bullying.
Think before you post. Think about the feelings that will get hurt. Think about who you are excluding. You don’t have to share everything.
Do I invite everyone to events? No. But I’m discrete about it. You don’t have to invite a whole group to some happening. You may not want a large group. You may like certain people in the group more. But be mindful that you don’t let the people who were left out know that they were left out.
Now, I can’t control if other people who were invited tell them inadvertently and thoughtlessly. But I try to do my part.