The toxicity of pettiness

There is a guy in chat Spamming obscenities, it is not the first time he has done so. Beyond the immaturity of the action of a supposed adult, I wonder what kind of person this is in the walking world. The way he speaks when not spamming has no humor in it, there is very little of interest at all and when he feels slighted, he is fast to rage and throw a tantrum that would make any parent ashamed of a two year old, let alone a grown man.

I wonder what leads to this behavior, the behavior of a child tyrant. Perhaps born into the right privileges with enough power, he may have become a dictator or warlord to be feared. But there is no such terrible majesty likely for this man, just a terrible waste if his real life mimics his online persona.

I have written a few pieces about violence lately and tried to get into the mind of those who would do others harm. Often when people think of the type that would inflict cruelty on another they visualize a psychopath, a cold blooded killer emotionless and unbending in a desire to satisfy desire.

But, I assume most cases of violence are those of passion and revenge, cases where one feels slighted and rather than control the emotions, they lash out in fury at all who they feel wronged them and as they see red, many who played no part also. But the mind of a person bent in rage is no mind at all.

The cold and calculating patience of a true killer, a hunter is not one bound to the emotional outbursts of an immature brain. A mind lacking emotional control and the first words to the mind, are the first to the tongue. The first impulse lead into direct action. There is no environmental sensitivity, no objective view of the situation, just an emotional, unfiltered outpouring of mental bile. This is not passion, it is pettiness.

Perhaps this man in real life has been disappointed time and time again. Perhaps once he tried to be more but if one cannot take the downside, one rarely gets to experience the up. Life is a roller coaster of experience and those unprepared for the curves and rushing downward will become sick before the ride ends.

And this sickness goes unconstrained, it spills into all facets of life, all interactions with others and even with the best efforts, cannot be hidden for long. Eventually, the facade breaks and out seeps the blackness again. The toxic hate and anger that poisons any well of life.

I do not know this man, I can have no affect on his life, but I wish that he would take a step back, a deep breath and a glimpse into a mirror. What will he see in the reflection that stares back? Will he calm his racing mind, slow the pounding heart and let the hate release from the muscles in his core, or double down?

Who knows, that moment of objection, reflection and evaluation may bring an understanding of the self, another way forward. May it bring him peace. What I do know is that his behavior has burned many bridges and any goodwill and humor that remained in those he has vindictively targeted, is likely gone. Perhaps it is gone forever, perhaps it can be forgiven, perhaps it could even be forgotten. Everyone likes a redemption story, he has set the perfect scene.

Taraz
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I was threatened that if I wrote a post about this, his 2000 bots would start flagging me.