The Meanness of Mania

A few years ago I was chatting with a long-time good friend of mine through Facebook chat. The conversation turned to the topic of circumcision. I had no filter. I just typed everything that came to mind. Offensive things. Pointed nasty things. Mean things. He couldn't understand why I was being this way. But he knew that I am against circumcision; and I knew that he is circumcised. I had no filter and no empathy. The sentences just flowed out of my fingers without a thought in the first place never mind a second thought. I'm sure my friend was confused and a bit hurt. But he forgave me and we moved on.

I consider this the meanness of unfiltered mania.