Sorry. It Fuckface, I thought not. It was just a way to get your attention and get you to click. If you are angry now, I would ask that you try to breathe and just give me a chance to. For it is precisely what this column is all about.
When I told people that I had been asked if I would write columns for the Extra Magazine, I got and many times the response, 'Fuck. Are you ready for it? It follows the Nation - the small army of internet bullies and trolls?'
I didn't know completely, though I was. I am still not sure whether I am.
So I am thinking that we just as well may greet each other with the same. Hello The Nation. I called Maria.
the Other day, drove my husband and I on the bike through Copenhagen. We were busy and were about to be late to an event where it was important to be on time. But quickly we found ourselves behind a small, older lady with the bicycle helmet and reflectors, which cycled in the middle of the bike path with a speed of almost 10 kilometers per hour.
Here we could from the first row to witness the drama, it was to be around this little lady.
the Tourists flew to the side, when she is constantly with your finger intensely placed on the bell shouted, 'of baaanen' and 'it is a CYYKELSTIIII!!!!' to all who so much as had a toe out on the path. And one of she on the rage and said all those nasty things to the air, as she would wish she had been able to say to the passers-by.
None of the people. she cried out of. was a real danger for her safety. The tourists got the first a big shock, as they just arrived from the airport - got out of the taxi with all their luggage, and then followed a large number of people in Copenhagen who crossed the border from the sidewalk to the bike path.
Since we had driven behind her in a short time, we came across a father and a son, who stood a little out on the bike path to unlock their parked bikes up. We knew well what was in store for them.
She rode up on the page, called desperately with the bell and shouted again, “it is a CYYKELSTIIII!!!!” but here she was for the first time, not just fright response.
the Danger turned to her and shouted, 'get yourself a fucking life - or a man!'. 'JAA!!!', cried the little son of about. 10 years as a support.
'Get you a man!'
It cried he to an old lady. Really. In front of his small son.
This is a classic example of how we humans are inextricably linked in a domino effect, where all our actions and words follow us on and creates rings in the water of the energies that we send out into the world.
Perhaps grow this boy up and think, this is in order to speak as his dad to other people. May have made the episode the danger so angry, that he also was talking ugly to his wife, when he came home, and that she was tired and mad at his job the day after, and that her colleagues then got a bad day. It all started with a little lady who just could not accommodate in her body, that people without bikes were moving out on the bike path.
Every day we can choose when we experience someone or something that frustrates us - to dismantle or escalate. Both in fact - but in the extent, also on the internet.
the Gods and all others must know that I too many times in my life have chosen to escalate. Especially in my teenage years.
And the rus and the adrenaline one can get to say just the right snarky comeback, you know, that just really hits, is often a greater enjoyment in the moment than to show profits and just laugh at your little acidic lady and wish her a good day on the Danish cycle paths.
But it is also what makes the domino effect to continue - instead of just slowing it, and send a surge of profits in the world instead. So it may be that the wave - when it has washed over the country - also hits you again in the morning.
So dear to the Nation. Though it is easy, it's not cool to bully. It is not cool to escalate the situation. In turn, it mega cool - albeit a little harder until you have become accustomed to it - to spread smiles and profits, even if you are met with exactly the opposite.
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