The Violent Network
Haters, cyberbullies and pain intolerance
I don’t follow a lot of TV, so the only way to learn about what is happening around me or in the world is to read magazines. And of course through social media. To use a proven expression of a modern dialect, reserved for technology.
For some time we have been talking about new declinations of bullying. Cyberbullying, so they call it. In fact, they called it, because it has already escaped our need to set it in a definition. I find myself thinking about how sometimes the behavior of people reflects this need, and the very functioning of the mind.
We own archives, storage stores. Semantic systems, also called.
Places where everything we know is given a name, an image, a know-how. And from these places, on the net, there are ways that lead to other places, where each thing is represented as a particular case, subsets.
I cannot then fail to realise that every time that, as human beings, we put in place a behavior, right or wrong, it happens something left-like. As if inevitably from it begin in time to svilupparsene new manifestations. More and more specific. Often sadly more connoted by sadistic impulses.
Let’s take the case of bullying.
Before, when we were talking about bullying, the first thing that occurred to anyone was teased, maybe even heavy, between school benches. Pretty much that was it.
Then we came to know that the profanity, the insults and jostling were “delivered” also through the Internet. This could not be materially done before there were phones capable of shooting and transmitting them on the net. Feeding the footage to the morbid look as scandalized by the public.
If first the controversy reactions were typically these: “But the parents of these boys where are they?”. Later, for what I am allowed to read, these have become “what we expected… the boys today are monsters… They have to lock and throw the key… They must suffer the same penalties inflicted! ”
In a crescendo of verbal violence, of peremptory of judgement. Of a lack of empathy of the same token as that of the culprits.
Incidentally, even the controversies, like any other human phenomenon, follow the same trend of the pipelines? Or are they the manifest of a distancing reaction, of the willingness to think that “this is other than me”?.
Today I often read articles on the “Revenge Porn”, or a particularly hateful form of subjugate the other. They spread in the network videos, photos, screenshots of conversations of chats in which you hare sexting, or they spread your hottest messages.
The victim is exposed to an extreme degree of humiliation, that of seeing public the innermost of the personal spheres. In some cases, the victims have come to suicide.
Difficult not to interpret this dis-human practice as a modern version of the hunted by the herd, with attached load of public mockery.
Feeling rejected and humiliated, disgusted from the rest of the world, those who undergo it decide for self-elimination. An extreme solution, of course. But perhaps it is not the feeling of humiliation that is felt in front of the disgusted gaze of the other?
I read about haters. Fascinating as English possesses the expressive potential that our language cannot hope for. I have never understood in fact who supports the purity of the language.
Haters, those who hate. Those who spread hate (on the net), and from there in the life of those who have the misfortune to meet them, as infiltrations of the poisonous feeling of hatred towards themselves.
I don’t know if then it’s hate that we’re really talking about. Perhaps it is a form of aggression, a valve of the frustration of the human soul. of our lifestyle with the accelerator always at maximum.
It goes so fast that it seems to be stuck at the same point.
Today, when a child comes to the world, parents are already there to push it towards success, autonomy, for the restlessness of lack of perspective.
This condition should remind us how much stress we inhale, and that violence is perhaps just one of the ways we found to get them out a bit.
What can a boy often bring less than twenty years to want to use so much violence on a peer, on a former girlfriend to which he paid the cinema and ice cream?
Perhaps the fact of “having everything” has nothing to do with it, because we hear more often about situations like this, than robberies or peddling. Not that the marginality, or the crime for the easy money no longer exist, of course.
But it is in particular the world of affections and relationships what seems to me most impressed. The one where there’s less pain tolerance.
When a story ends it tries to annihilate the pain, to cancel it causing the other. As in an equation.
As if more than a lack of empathy, we lived an intolerance to empathy. It seems that putting yourself in the shoes of the other, seeing the suffering, or sometimes even just the diversity, is something that hurts, and that therefore should be eliminated, inflicting pain on the other.
Because I do not think there is blind stupidity of emotions when you hit a disabled kid and you resume the scene with the phone. There is an intentionality of hurting, but paradoxically, as a means to defend against his own pain.
I do not feel condemning the means by which this violence propagates, with chain reactions. The Internet has been and will be an endless resource for an unthinkable amount of beneficial and useful actions.
I do not even feel condemning the parenthood of today, because of extreme cases there are, but more often are the so-called normal families, those in which these children have grown.
Who knows, maybe the fault is the commercials of the medicine, that between smiling faces and happy voices, pass the idea that any discomfort should not be understood or heard, but instead silenced and turned off in the bud.