Funny, but not really.
Saturday, 15 September 2007 03:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosiedoesI have to say, I feel a little bit touched that so much thought is put into assassinating my character. It's interesting to have been studied so closely.
It makes you wonder, doesn't it, what some people aren't doing with their time when they feel inclined to write such lengthy, self-righteous passages about someone they don't know at all. She must have had such an awful day/week/year to need to vent like that. Poor kid. Doesn't have much understanding of the concept of debate, though. Especially considering most of the posts she's talking about were with someone who then asked if they could friend me (*waves at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
puckinnichild*). And even more ironically, then civilly, with someone who has previously been utterly obnoxious, who posted re-thinking her stance because of points I'd made.
So she doesn't understand me, or my sense of humour. Pity for her, really. Pity for her, too, that she's trying to upset or offend someone whose only reaction is amused befuddlement and slight scorn. Waste of energy. My mother was ten times the bitch she thinks she is, and I got rid of her easily enough. Game, set and match to me on that one.
(I've been put down by a better class of bitch, seriously.)
Ah, internetz. How you bring such joy with your gay and prettiful Jewish boys and squishy little redheads, and such WTF with your bitter and possibly unhinged fangirls.
The thing is, and I'm sure this will be taken out of context of said to mean something else, I honestly don't care what you think of me. I don't. I spent all my life caring, and doing things people disliked anyway, and then I just stopped doing the caring part and started considering me. I used to let things make me angry or hurt me, and then I realised there was absolutely no point. The last of my concerns are the views of people on the internet. I have lurkers here that I never asked for and don't actually want, and still don't see the reason for. I don't regard my journal as that interesting - it's my comments and stream of thought on my interests. If it's been negative recently, it's because I think they deserve it. I give praise and abundant love where it's due, too. Because if true fan loyalty is anything, it's not unconditional worship. You'd tell a friend if they were making an arse out of themselves, right? If they were dating someone you thought was bad for them? If they were wearing an outfit that made them look like a complete twat? Well this is the same thing, for me. I'm not going to pretend I love everything they do - or anything any of my favourite bands do - just because they are the ones who did it. And I'm not just going to say 'I hate it', I'm going to say why, and how it could be improved.
They're never going to read it, so it shouldn't really matter either way, should it?
It kind of bothers me that I feel obliged to friend people so they can read the FOB filter. Equally, the lower people put themselves in my estimations, the less their opinions matter, so... I just delete people. I don't keep people around who get on my nerves and waste my time, I just delete them and stop them commenting. If they have a problem with what I'm saying, I'm sure they won't mind not having to read it.
Basically, I'm both shocked and bored by people's attitudes. How is it possible to be that much of a lunatic, and yet... why don't I just anticipate it, now, because this fandom is bloody rife with it? Most fandoms are, from what I can remember.
But yeah, I'm knackered, now, and way too tired for this kind of trivial bullshit. We had the HRE chat thing tonight, so I stayed up for that (Chicago time being six hours behind us made it 1am start) and I went out for drinks with three of my team, our head of department and two people from upstairs, straight after work. That was a lot of fun, actually - it was good to have a proper social chat with my boss. He's a really nice bloke.
I was going to go to my nan's this weekend, as well, as I have two investigations potentially running over the next two weeks, but I just don't have time. I need the sleep (she says, chatting to people at 4am). I also have a lot of writing to do. Bleh. To bed!
Night chaps.
It makes you wonder, doesn't it, what some people aren't doing with their time when they feel inclined to write such lengthy, self-righteous passages about someone they don't know at all. She must have had such an awful day/week/year to need to vent like that. Poor kid. Doesn't have much understanding of the concept of debate, though. Especially considering most of the posts she's talking about were with someone who then asked if they could friend me (*waves at
puckinnichild*). And even more ironically, then civilly, with someone who has previously been utterly obnoxious, who posted re-thinking her stance because of points I'd made.So she doesn't understand me, or my sense of humour. Pity for her, really. Pity for her, too, that she's trying to upset or offend someone whose only reaction is amused befuddlement and slight scorn. Waste of energy. My mother was ten times the bitch she thinks she is, and I got rid of her easily enough. Game, set and match to me on that one.
(I've been put down by a better class of bitch, seriously.)
Ah, internetz. How you bring such joy with your gay and prettiful Jewish boys and squishy little redheads, and such WTF with your bitter and possibly unhinged fangirls.
The thing is, and I'm sure this will be taken out of context of said to mean something else, I honestly don't care what you think of me. I don't. I spent all my life caring, and doing things people disliked anyway, and then I just stopped doing the caring part and started considering me. I used to let things make me angry or hurt me, and then I realised there was absolutely no point. The last of my concerns are the views of people on the internet. I have lurkers here that I never asked for and don't actually want, and still don't see the reason for. I don't regard my journal as that interesting - it's my comments and stream of thought on my interests. If it's been negative recently, it's because I think they deserve it. I give praise and abundant love where it's due, too. Because if true fan loyalty is anything, it's not unconditional worship. You'd tell a friend if they were making an arse out of themselves, right? If they were dating someone you thought was bad for them? If they were wearing an outfit that made them look like a complete twat? Well this is the same thing, for me. I'm not going to pretend I love everything they do - or anything any of my favourite bands do - just because they are the ones who did it. And I'm not just going to say 'I hate it', I'm going to say why, and how it could be improved.
They're never going to read it, so it shouldn't really matter either way, should it?
It kind of bothers me that I feel obliged to friend people so they can read the FOB filter. Equally, the lower people put themselves in my estimations, the less their opinions matter, so... I just delete people. I don't keep people around who get on my nerves and waste my time, I just delete them and stop them commenting. If they have a problem with what I'm saying, I'm sure they won't mind not having to read it.
Basically, I'm both shocked and bored by people's attitudes. How is it possible to be that much of a lunatic, and yet... why don't I just anticipate it, now, because this fandom is bloody rife with it? Most fandoms are, from what I can remember.
But yeah, I'm knackered, now, and way too tired for this kind of trivial bullshit. We had the HRE chat thing tonight, so I stayed up for that (Chicago time being six hours behind us made it 1am start) and I went out for drinks with three of my team, our head of department and two people from upstairs, straight after work. That was a lot of fun, actually - it was good to have a proper social chat with my boss. He's a really nice bloke.
I was going to go to my nan's this weekend, as well, as I have two investigations potentially running over the next two weeks, but I just don't have time. I need the sleep (she says, chatting to people at 4am). I also have a lot of writing to do. Bleh. To bed!
Night chaps.
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on 2007-09-15 06:39 am (UTC)I don't even have a problem so much with the girl who caused all that wank with you, because she didn't go into a bunch of name calling, other than the fact that it pissed you off, you know? It's the other people who are being complete asshats and I just want to go in and yell at them and tell them to fuck off and kill themselves and die even if I don't really mean it because I'm angry and I want them to hurt and cry because I don't care who any of them are, they don't have the right to tell you how to percieve things.
And neither do you, which I know you're aware of, which is why people need to realize that disagreeing with something and saying, "FEEL THIS WAY" are two completely different things.
I don't even know if I should go yell at people, because I don't want to make things worse and you can take care of yourself. But there is so much I want to say because I don't want people to be stupid and mean because they don't understand.
I'm sure people don't know how you're the only person in the world who has been there for me for five years. How you're the only person I can turn to because I don't have anyone else. Even how you've sent me fucking money (which added up to a fairly substansial amount) because I'm crazy and I can't take care of myself, all without judgement because you care. And not because I was, during those times, particularly sweet or kind to you. I was, rather, doing about a million things you disapproved of and hanging around with people whom I'm sure you would've hated, and you still were able to overlook that and try to rescue me. And I know you feel the same way, to some extent, about FOB.. You can't control them, you disapprove of some of the things that they're doing, and you're scared for them... But that doesn't mean it's not out of affection.
I wish people could see that. I am so ruined over this and I hate everyone in the world but you. Fuck them and fuck Fall Out Boy, because I can't deal with stupid pretentious emo fucks who think everything has to be bleeding to be relevant. Who think everyone in the world has to be emotionally empathetic and overtly understanding and just accept life the way it is all the time.
There are better things out there and the ability to recognize it is a good thing. You can still have affection for something and it not be about negativity at all but about seeing the best and feeling sad and maybe even a little betrayed that it's not being acheived.
You are a little too Pete Wentz, with out the need for fame. Bold, aggressive, balls to the wall, all heart, no filter.
Except you don't write things in half-assed psuedo mystical poetry, but in blunt and blatant truths, because you're more secure than he is and you welcome the world falling down around you because you're smart enough to wear a fucking helmet.
I still wish they would be stupid and mean to me instead.
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on 2007-09-15 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-15 07:16 am (UTC)It isn't the most appropriatly titled song either and it kind of bugs me that they renamed it to fit into this concept of the love story.
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on 2007-09-15 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-15 03:35 pm (UTC)I know exactly what you mean about your journal and obligation. I'm still trying to figure out when
You're fabulous and I wish I could have your attitude when it comes to others. But I think some people need to clue into the fact that not caring what people think of you doesn't mean you don't care about others. I mean, a lot of things would probably for the worse in my life if it wasn't for your support this time last year.
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on 2007-09-15 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2007-09-15 06:38 pm (UTC)Of course I will.
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on 2007-09-15 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2007-09-15 07:07 pm (UTC)I might say things that come across as a bit harsh sometimes, but. Yeah. I guess Ashe covered that in her comment. :)
Seriously, feel free to comment or whatever any time.
(And I clicked your banner by the way.)
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on 2007-09-15 07:27 pm (UTC)(And, eee, thank you!)
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on 2007-09-15 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-15 07:13 pm (UTC)I only scan read the shit but it's ridiculous. Unless an issue personally affects your life, I can't see the point in a big long argument over it. (And don't take that the wrong way, I mean her starting the argument with you, not you arguing back. Of course you should defend yourself.)
Personally I really don't like the video either. Probably not as passionately as you dislike it, but there you go.
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on 2007-09-15 07:15 pm (UTC)*shakes fist*
But whatever, you know? She'll never get that hour of her life back.
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on 2007-09-15 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-16 04:57 am (UTC)I have always had nothing but love, admiration and respect for you, and I consider myself lucky to have you as a friend. You're incredibly kind, generous, a truly wonderful person, and an extremely gifted writer. And you're AWESOME. ♥ Don't ever forget that, because it's the truth. And I'll keep reminding you of it too. :)
I've got your back. *hugs*
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on 2007-09-16 11:37 am (UTC)Thanks, hon.