I had 5,000 Facebook friends before I spoke out at the Pearland ISD school board meeting. I was there to protest Dr. John Kelly's words regarding transgender bathroom access. I was eventually escorted out of the meeting by three police officer. (Scroll to 1:09:04)
I knew I'd lost friends because I got several friend requests. I went to see who disappeared. To be clear, I most definitely don't know all 5K of my Facebook friends, but I do know several of them pretty well. Pearland is a smallish town, with small town politics -- I wanted to see what "friends" unfriended me. I couldn't even find some of them because they'd completely blocked me -- all local folks who didn't want to be connected to me anymore.
I thought back to when their kid needed Mrs. Burren to tutor them in writing, or Coach B to help them get scholarship money -- THEN I was the best thing ever. And they thanked G-D for me. Publicly!
My pastor says I don't have to be petty. So pastor this is NOT a petty post.
This is a thank you post.
I'm so thankful that as I continue to find myself, refine my voice and fine tune my message that I'm increasingly found amongst like minded people. (I need to see if my therapist can help me get to the bottom of that.)
I hate letting go. I've said before that everything I've ever let go of has claw marks in it. I used to be proud of that. But really that was my own issue.
I hate goodbye. I hate that I can't be friends with everyone. I'm a classic extrovert. I like people. And I always want to make people feel like they can be exactly who they are in my presence.
But that's not always the case.
I make some people nervous.
I make some uncomfortable.
I make some embarrassed.
I make some angry.
So they walk out.
Some walked out of my social media spaces -- some put their head down when they saw me in the grocery store. Some won't let their kids hang with my kids.
But I watched a video about people walking away. Bishop TD Jakes says:
When people walk out of your life........Let. Them. Walk.
*wakes up a new woman*
To those who left:
Thank you for being a part of my story for a time.