The Fox And The Grapes

I just wanted to say thank you, to all the lovely people – whether you are close to me or not – who commented on my last few blogs. It really means a lot to me to have people support me and to have true friends, no matter if they’re friends online. Many a time I’ve come across people who are rude, or hurtful, but my friends make up for all of their shit.

James told me to read one of Aesop’s fables the other day – The Fox And The Grapes.

I’m sure you all know what a fable is, but in the rare case that you don’t: a fable is a short story which imparts a moral.

In the fable The Fox And The Grapes, a fox, hunting for food, comes across a grape vine high up in the trees, loaded with huge, juicy grapes. πŸ˜‹ Obviously, he was hungry, and wanted some of the grapes, so he made an attempt to reach them.

When that failed, he continued trying his hardest, leaping and jumping and outstretching his paws to the vine. He continued to try, but he could not reach the grapes. The more he tried, the more tired he got.

“I bet those grapes are sour anyway; what a fool I am!”

The fox walked away, annoyed, and he did not get his grapes.

The moral? Some people scorn and despise the things they cannot have. I love how this fable depicts cognitive dissonance, which I recall learning in social psychology (sociopsychology). This story ties in with something that happened yesterday…

Yesterday I was logged into Lilian’s Facebook account. I don’t have an account so I was just going for a browse, seeing how she was going in Typing Maniac since someone beat her score, and just having a general nosey.

Then this update on her wall, by someone we both knew from high school, caught my eye, particularly because it wasn’t really an update at all but someone having a whinge.


Wow. Well. I was wondering why someone would be so upfront about something on Facebook – or pretty much, why. Well, since this person knows both of us, I realised that this person was probably referring to me and my previous blog, in which I had mentioned losing my faith in God and feeling that I don’t really believe as much as I did when I was a child.

It became more obvious to me that this person had read my blog – and gee – wow. Who the hell do they think they are, twisting my words like that.

Saying that I blamed God for things? Did I ever say I blamed God? Wow, this just goes back to my numerous rambles on how people need to learn to read.

Not only that, but this person had to post this on Facebook? They couldn’t, you know, leave me a comment calling me a “silly girl” and an “imbecile”?

Way to go. This is exactly what Becca was talking about, with “Don’t be a Twitch” – a “Twitter bitch”. Only this would be in the case of Facebook.

It makes me think of the fable because of the past. Why are they still hanging on and getting mad at me like they did before? Some discreet mention about me, most likely, in a status update of sorts, and furthermore, scorning me?

I don’t understand why people can’t just say shit to my face. If you have something to say, say it to my face. I might not have done that in the past, but that’s why I get stuck in so many fights – because I end up telling it like it is to people, right to them.

It takes courage to do that. This person… well, doesn’t have any.

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