I love Facebook fights as much as the next liberal college student hell bent on proving my $40,000 a year hasn’t been a huge waste of my time. I love having an outlet on which to unleash years of pent-up anger on some sorry sap who does not know—and who prefers not to care—about current race relations within our country.

Here’s what facebook fights accomplish:

High blood pressure

Anger

Confusion

More anger

And a host of other things that have me licking a Pepto-Bismol bottle until it’s clean enough to recycle.

I’ve had people try to shred my credibility by saying I have a dumb name. My personal favorite was some guy who said that since I’m a broadcast news major, I cannot have an informed opinion about important topics like gun control or reproductive rights.

While I would love to sarcastically tell those humans to ever so forcefully remove their heads from their rectums, it only makes us both look like assholes. That’s no bueno.

Recently, I have seen and heard so many arguments regarding Black Lives Matter, All Lives Matter, and Blue Lives Matter.

I would love to say that I’m surprised by the wave of police brutality aimed at black communities. As a person of color in this country, I learned at a young age that my life and experiences regarding authority will sometimes be significantly different from those of my white counterparts.

When I log on to facebook, I am automatically plagued by anxiety.

I brace myself for the comments, for the hate, for the arguments, for the lack of empathy. The kicker is, I always think I’m emotionally ready for the ignorance.

I never am.

Facebook has just become a way to insult someone’s beliefs, turn your back and usually, never interact with that human again. I’m not saying my hands are clean in this matter. I’m saying that I am tired of being the problem.

I used to get irritated when I would have to educate people about why my race/experiences/history/future matter. Now, I’m realizing that it is an opportunity to discuss with individuals who may otherwise never have those conversations.

That’s why I have introduced Black Office Hours. The purpose of this project is to invite individuals to engage with me from any background

A lot of folks say, “I’m not racist! I have a black ____________”.

Fine and dandy. Have you ever sat with them and talked about their experiences about being a person of color?

No?

Now’s your chance.

If you’re wondering why the Black Lives Matter exists, you are more than welcome to sit down with me.

If you’re wondering why people of color get irritated when people shout “All Lives Matter,” let’s grab a coffee.

Let’s escape the virtual Facebook battleground where nothing gets solved. Let’s have a conversation focused on listening to one another instead of seeing who can use caps lock first.

Consider this your official invitation.