Off My Chest
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1. The "good" part of our community means we are pro-empathy and anti-harassment. However, we don't intend to make this a "safe space" where everyone has to be a saint. Sh*t happens, and life is messy. That's why we get things off our chests.
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I moved to a small town where everybody knows everybody else and a lot of my friends have lived here for decades, if not their entire lives. I learned to stop asking for directions from them. They'll all give me what they consider to be the simplest and most helpful way to get there, but it's usually along the lines of "It's next to where the old Eckerd's store used to be, behind the Wallace Church parking lot". What seems clear and obvious and simple to them means fuck all to me and anybody that hasn't lived here since the 1980s.
One tool that helps me a lot, and let me just say I used to work in retail customer service, is to have some grace and give people the benefit of the doubt. There's a good chance at least some of these people are also doing the job of 3 or more people as well, dealing with dozens and dozens of emails streaming in all day, and also lots going on in their lives in general. Yes, you put a lot of effort into that email, and maybe you're the local giving perfectly succinct directions to an outsider.