One of my best friends gets bombarded daily with e-mails containing photos of her biggest and most irrational phobia. All because of mysterygoogle.com.
Basically, someone who knows her, or some people who know her, thought it would be funny to post her e-mail address on mysterygoogle.com asking for pictures of puppets. Most people who respond to this "Mission" from Mystery Google think it's harmless fun, because they probably have no idea how much it hurts, scares, and harms her. The person who started the mission, however, was well aware; it's not like a phobia like hers is common to people.
So, I would love to know who the fuck did that.
Obviously, you know her. Obviously, you know what she goes through when the word 'puppet' is even said in conversation. By that notion, you also know a bit about her background, where she's come from, and what she's gone through.
Some kind of 'friend' you are.
Whoever you are, you don't have to see her curled up, shaking with fear as she tries desperately to get images out of her head and bring herself back to what society calls 'normal'. You don't have to be there, wondering if she's actually going to want to wake up the next morning, because she's so scared of seeing the images again at night. You're not the one that runs to her computer and deletes the messages in her inbox before she makes the mistake of opening them.
You're an inconsiderate asshole. Or if there's more of you, you're a compilation of inconsiderate assholes. And you're a stain on where we are, where she is, and where you come from. You think you're so fucking brave, hiding behind your mask of anonymity. Thinking that the Mysterious Mystery Google will protect you.
Just makes you a set of cowards and mindless drones the likes of which I haven't seen outside of *chan fora. So have fun, knowing that you've either started, or followed an order from someone you don't know, don't care about, and are destroying the happiness of someone who has her own life to deal with. Your catharsis should not be her pain.
Sleep with that under your pillow, kiddies.
~Dexie
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