Our Comfy Corner of the Internet - Brass Tack ThinkingHaving ideas can be very lonely.

So can having opinions. Or standards. Or a willingness to stand your ground over something you believe in. Or hell, on occasion it can feel having a personality is a recipe for dissent.

All of those things mean that you make allies. They mean you make enemies. Sometimes, they mean that you have relationships that slowly erode into distance or even indifference as the paths of thoughts and feelings diverge and eventually you just find different roads to walk.

Discourse can be healthy, and a path to growth and strengthened bonds. Deep disagreement – be it philosophical, emotional, or personal – can be irreparable. And as much as We on the Web will talk at length about the need for civil differences of opinion, I also for the first time really and truly believe that it’s okay for me to walk my path and you to walk yours, without one another if that’s what works.

For me personally, it’s been an interesting year or two, rife with discoveries, some of which are comfortable and some of which are not. There are people that patently do not like me. Some have reasons I could name, some not as much, but it’s still not easy for a person with my personality type to face the distinct reality that you are just disliked. Not that people are indifferent, but that they just don’t care for you. And that isn’t a plea for sympathy, please. It’s actually a bit of a triumph, because somehow in the deep corners of my very fallible human brain, it’s sinking in that the “you can’t please everyone” mantra is not an emotional surrender, but factual. What a moment that is.

It’s not the “if no one hates you, you’re doing it wrong” thing either, because I don’t even buy that from the people who espouse it. It’s not a test of our mettle just to be able to endure constant disagreement or friction. No one wants to be hated. People generally don’t even like to be disliked. We put on the Hater Armor like it’s a set of distinguished scars, but the people that claim complete immunity to being are either incredibly callous to the world around them, lying blatantly, or both. (Hint: they have their own cadres of people who make them feel good about themselves, too.)

We need the comfort of the things that love us as much as we need the discomfort of things that challenge us.

We need people that accept us and even like us as much as we do people that rail against us in order to help us grow. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to find people of like mind who let us know that we aren’t completely crazy when we go off the rails, or who at least reassure us that we may be nuts but that our kind of loony has its own valuable place in the universe. It’s the people version of the easy chair in which you can recharge while you prepare to take on the world all over again.

The challenge comes when we can’t tell the difference between the attention we have and the friends we truly want. It’s okay to draw a distinction. It’s also okay to recognize that there are both things because the universe truly does exist in balance.

We can’t have perspective about what we definitively don’t want until we have affirmation of what we do, and vice versa. It’s not always conflict that makes us stronger, but occasionally the realization that we have found our little nook in the crooked corner of the web that – for all of its quirks – is comfortably all our own.