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.