This Is Not A Democracy

Dear People Who Have Recently Friended Me:

Those of you who took the time to leave a comment - thank you! I've added most of you, but there may be one or two I haven't added back, because - with all due respect - I wasn't completely convinced that your journals were legitimate.

While I'm always ready to deal with trolls, it's something I hardly want to do all the time in my own journal.

People who added me and didn't bother to tell me why - please do. I don't like lurkers, and I use filters, so most of the stuff you're probably here to read won't be accessible to you anyway.

Those of you also lurking my Twitter. Grow up.

Sincerely,
Rosie.

Dear Americans (particularly those in print),

The correct spelling of the term used when a minor blunder is made is "OOPS" - that's two 'o's and one 'p'. It is NOT 'Opps'.

I know we have differences is some spellings, but this is simply wrong.

Irritated, of Brighton.

I made a new friend!

prototypicgirl is super awesome. She's from Northern Ireland but lives in Scotland, likes history, bandom (we met because of my Patroh stuff) and you all need to go and friend her.

And encourage her to write fic!

Just a note:

Sometimes, I'm nice enough to humour people even while they give me reason to think they're very, very strange; I don't often choose to hurt people's feelings. Don't flatter yourself in thinking that means I like you. Don't mistake my tolerating your presence for friendship.

I have no qualms about defriending and blocking people who I don't think pose any positive influence. The fact is, I just don't care enough about most people to suffer their opinions if they irritate me or leave me considering them to be a moron; or if I feel like I need to walk on eggshells in conversation, in order to ensure I don't offend their sensibilities. Life is too short.

These are my journal, my IM programmes and my time. I'll do with them as I please, and that includes cutting you out. Any of you. Make no mistake about that.


And if I block you, it's almost certainly permanent. You've been warned.

Dear Flist,

Here's the thing, I will support you through anything, provided it doesn't hurt yourself or others.

Do not expect me to stand by and let any of you - because a number of you have pulled this bullshit, recently - do something which is detrimental to your health without vehemently calling you out on your total stupidity.

And don't you DARE get mad when I do because all I want is for you guys to like and respect yourselves, not make ridiculous and inappropriate gestures that will never achieve anything positive.

You are all worth so much more than that.

Yours furiously,
Rosie.

You know what disgusts me? People I know believing every word an obviously unhinged, lying attention-seeker spins.

You know - you fucking know deep down that this person isn't real and that the things they churn out are false, self-obsessed bullshit. You're probably forcing yourselves to ignore it because you don't want to believe that this person could have sucked you in so badly.

It really disgusts me. I like to believe that the people on my flist are intelligent enough to know when someone is being genuine - and I've been sorely disappointed by people I liked and respected. Therefore, I'm going to be taking a couple of people off of my flist.

People who are foolish enough to be sucked in by this childish, obnoxious brat are not worthy of my time.

And if you think for a minute that someone who cares more about catching a TV show than their own child, and finds that a greater motivation, is a good person you really, really need to reasses your moral priorities.

If you're in support of someone who harrassed, bullied, emotionally blackmailed and hurt my friend, I no longer want anything to do with you.

Fuck off.


Oh, and if she hasn't spoken to her since October, how did they go to a fucking show together in November?

Okay, kids, I've been hearing rumours that there is disquiet in the ranks and I feel the need to point this out:

COBRA STARSHIP ARE HERE TO TAKE OVER THE UNIVERSE. MTV IS MERELY THE COMMANDEERING OF NASA. SUCK IT THE FUCK UP AND ENJOY BEING THE FIRST WAVE OF MINION OF THE CO-BRAAH. You shall be rewarded greatly with day-glo and glo-sticks when victory is tasted, children

For fucking serious.

(Pre-note: I should probably state that this doesn't, to the best of my knowledge, actually apply to anyone on my flist.)

A long time ago, I was going to get FAME < INFAMY as a tattoo. I can't actually think of a more accurate phrase to represent me, really (it's also pretty much the only song on that album that I still like. Fail).

I'm going to have to add it to the list.

The fact that I'm one of the most genuine, non-bullshit people you'll ever meet (no, really: I am) kind of results in a lot of more sensitive and insecure folk flailing and deciding they hate me, so they never get to know the side of me who will be there for them unconditionally, pay for them to go come to shows and spend a million hours working through their fics with them (and because I want to, not because I'm obliged). They'll probably never realise that I am one of the warmest, most charitable and caring people they'll ever know, either.

Pity, really. At least on their part.

I also seem to have been made into someone it's cool to hate, which is all sorts of hilarious because it just draws more attention (which is probably something you muppets want even less than I do). The thing is, I never wanted to be popular. I started this journal because I was becoming too well known in other fandoms and I didn't like it. This LJ isn't friends-only because I have friends outside of LJ who read it, but I honestly don't need to be liked in fandom. If you hate me because I'm a 'bitch' (translation: I have the gall to be honest about my opinion rather than honeying the poison) or 'negative' (translation: I don't kiss the arses of my favourite bands because I don't believe they need it, and I sure as hell wouldn't mince my words if they were real-life friends), tell me that*. Don't harrass my friends about it because that is honestly childish. I don't harrass people on my flist asking why they have spineless idiots friended - and you're not being a good friend to them by putting them in the middle either. They choose to consider me a friend, and if you have any respect for them at all, you might want to ask yourself whether insulting their character judgement actually makes you that much of a friend at all.

I'm cool with you people thinking what you want about me, I truly am - if anyone knows that everyone is entitled to their opinion, it's me - but the simple fact is, I'd rather be known for the fact that I'm a 'bitch' who speaks my mind, than for being an arse-kissing networker. Or worse - the reported-to-the-authorities stalker I can name at least one of you as.

The one thing you can be sure of, is that flist or not, you will always know where you stand with me if you ever even registered on my radar - how many people you've met on the internet can you honestly say that about?



* Oh, wait. You can't.

Delusional stalkers frequently have had little, if any, contact with their victims. They may have major mental illnesses like schizophrenia, manic-depression or erotomania. What they all have in common is some false belief that keeps them tied to their victims. In erotomania, the stalker’s delusional belief is that the victim loves him. This type of stalker actually believes that he is having a relationship with his victim, even though they might never have met. The woman stalking David Letterman, the stalker who killed actress Rebecca Schaeffer and the man who stalked Madonna are all examples of erotomanic stalkers.

Another type of delusional stalker might believe that he is destined to be with someone, and that if he only pursues her hard enough and long enough, she will come to love him as he loves her. These stalkers know they are not having a relationship with their victims, but firmly believe that they will some day. John Hinckley Jr.’s obsession with Jodi Foster is an example of this type of stalker.

The typical profile of delusional stalkers is that of an unmarried and socially immature loner, who is unable to establish or sustain close relationships with others. They rarely date and have had few, if any, sexual relationships. Since at the same time they are both threatened by and yearn for closeness, they often pick victims who are unattainable in some way; perhaps she is married, or has been the stalker’s therapist, clergyman, doctor or teacher. Those in the helping professions are particularly vulnerable to delusional stalkers, because for someone who already has difficulty separating reality from fantasy, the kindness shown by the soon-to-be victim, the only person who has ever treated the stalker with warmth, is blown out of proportion into a delusion of intimacy. What these stalkers cannot attain in reality is achieved through fantasy and it is for this reason that the delusion seems to be so difficult to relinquish: Even an imaginary love is better than no love at all.

These delusional stalkers have almost always come from a background which was either emotionally barren or severely abusive. They grow up having a very poor sense of their own identities. This, coupled with a predisposition toward psychosis, leads them to strive for satisfaction through another, yearning to merge with someone who is almost always perceived to be of a higher status (doctors, lawyers, teachers) or very socially desirable (celebrities). It is as if this stalker says, "Gee. If she loves me, I must not be so bad." As Dean Martin compellingly crooned what could be considered the delusional stalker’s anthem: "You’re Nobody ‘Til Somebody Loves You." It is not unusual for this type of stalker to "hear" the soothing voice of his victim, or believe that she is sending him cryptic messages through others.

Some studies show that delusional stalkers are the most tenacious of all. Erotomanic delusions themselves last an average of ten years. How is this possible when the stalker has had little if any contact with his victim? As if drawn from the National Organ Donor Registry, the victim becomes the perfect match, with the potential to save the stalker’s life. When the victim says "no," he rationalizes it away, believing that, "her husband made her get that restraining order, she really loves me," or "her agent told her it would be bad for her career if we dated, but she really loves me." Therefore, as with every type of stalker, it is imperative that victims have no contact.

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Stalking=Not Sexy. Won't result in being asked for your hand in marriage. EVER.

FYI: this is my journal, I will express my opinion.

If you want to preach, start a church, but don't do it here because I will defriend you, comprende?

Okay.