People find what we do interesting... far more interesting
that we ourselves actually do one suspects. Generally we find ourselves to be
normal to the point of banal. Where other people are out prancing around in
leathers and latex we are far more likely to be found at home planning meals
and wondering how to shuffle the bills around in the most effective and
creative ways.
In spite of this more people drift in, often trying to manoeuvre
around in our definitions enough to include their own idiosyncratic lives. Once
in a blue moon they drop a random topic in... usually an announcement for some
event unlikely to be attended by the O/p crowd, that is a violation of our
rules. Then out of the blue they put up a topic that has everything to do with
their own obscure worlds and very little to do with that we chat about day
after day. Do they bother to include some introductory steps so that others may
follow their topics? Oh like hell they do... that would be sensible.
Instead they are surprised when things don't go so well...
Do they realise their mistake and take steps to amend the
confusion? Yeah right. They bag the lucky mod that happened to get them on
their watch all over Fet... based not on their ruling, which is open to
discussion, but on their gender. They cast aspersions on their life in an
unrelenting barrage, firmly believing that the best way to get change is to be
abusive. Do they think that stop to think for a minute that treating the mod
that way is probably not the best way to instigate change? Err... no!
Do they accept the ruling? Oh no... They want a second
opinion and then club together to flood anyone who might be sympathetic to
their plight crying how they have been wronged and how the subtleties of the
question have been overlooked. Yes that's right, they petition the group owner
and probably any mod they may know... you have to admire the chutzpah if not
the forward planning on that one.
It never seems to occur to them that if they actually acted
like the lady, that lofty title they have been self anointed with, and shown
some class we might have looked at them more kindly...
Instead we got to view them as the spechul snowflakes that
they are...
Bless the inarticulate with chips on their shoulders, for
they know not how exhausting they are.
2 comments:
I nominated you for the one lovely blog award,
love
ara
http://arastoryboard.blogspot.nl/
Wow - that last sentence is so correct... it is exhausting dealing with internet pushiness.
Agreed.
Smile.
Also, ara is right - you do have one lovely blog.
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