Repost: Some helpful suggestions
Sorry, kids — I don’t have a CHoS today. But speaking of poor correspondence, I thought it would be apropos today to repost a little rant I originally wrote on my old MySpace blog several months ago. I’ve changed some of it because some of the details that pertained then don’t now, but the gist is still there. See, I’m always trying to improve the Internet society. So for those who read this before, I apologize for the repeat. But some things do bear repeating. Here goes:
I am sick sick SICK of people who have nothing better to do than to sit behind their keyboards and take anonymous potshots at others. You know, the Internet is an amazing thing — the whole world is at your fingertips, and you can contact just about anyone you want. Some people use that power to reach out and support, to bolster, to encourage, to share friendship and be kind. Others use it for malice, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out how people can be so damned mean. Do you have any idea what you’re doing, how bad you make people feel? Do you get a surge of joy when you kick someone who’s already in the dumps? Does it build you up when you attack a stranger and tear them down? What is your problem? Who took away your teddy bear when you were three?
Yes, I know, I have my Correspondence Hall of Shame. But I do not go forth and attack people on their own turf. I merely showcase the rude things people have already written to me, and anonymously. Never a name, never an identifier. It’s my way of dealing with the frustration of receiving such stupid crap. But when my personal space gets attacked (or my friends’ spaces, as the case may be), that’s it. I see red. My claws come out. I can’t change the world or its cretinous inhabitants, but damned if I can’t blow off a little steam.
So, to the lovely folks who get their kicks from throwing stones and ruining other people’s days, might I offer a few suggestions?
1. Since you clearly have a lot of time on your hands, perhaps you should volunteer some of it to help those less fortunate than you. But don’t work with children. The youth of America is doomed as it is.
2. Get a hobby. Take up a sport. Perhaps learn to play an instrument. Who knows — the same hands that can type trash and wank vigorously at the same time could make beautiful music.
3. Pour your wit and wisdom into a manuscript for the next Great American Novel. It will be the world’s thinnest book, but hey, we do what we can.
4. Since you already have the freak thing down, join a circus. Learn to be a contortionist. Then you can entertain yourself by bending over backwards and kissing your own ass.
5. When you get the urge to write something uncalled for, go relax in a hot bath. Oh, and while you’re soaking in there, perhaps you can fix the toaster, or any other electrical appliance that needs repair. Be sure to plug it in and test it.
6. And if none of these are to your liking, there’s always my good buddy Craig’s suggestion: Go fuck yourselves.
To all the good people who help provide balance to the world’s detritus, thank you. You are appreciated more than you can imagine. (big cheesy smile here)
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I really wish it were two weeks from now, and we were on our way to the Shadow Lane party. I am feeling stressed, irritable and restless, worried about J who is working too damned hard for a change and is dead exhausted, it’s 100 degrees out, blah blah blah. Last weekend, we went to the memorial of a colleague of his, who died in a motorcycle crash. I thought perhaps I should schedule a visit to my mother this weekend, but you know, I just can’t. I don’t have it in me. We are both overdue for some fun. And I am overdue to play and play and play until I am oblivious to the world, blissed out and without a care.
Have a great weekend, y’all. Stay cool.