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Making Friends on the Internet
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Location: Blogs Pugilist's Spew |
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| Posted by: Pugilist |
4/24/2011 |
I could start by saying it's not easy being me but that would be a lie. It's hell-a easy being me and I have such a great time being me that I wonder how there is enough mirth left in the world for anyone else. I don't mean to indicate I have no issues or troubles, just that, at the end of the day, I rather like the person I am and so have a good time being me.
One of the things that provides me with so much entertainment is the way folks on the Internet posture and preen hoping against hope that others will take them seriously. I am never that person who takes them seriously. I am normally that person openly mocking their pretense and arrogance and cackling in delight as they try to threaten and intimidate me.
And just so we are clear, it's not because I am tough and it's not because I am anonymous because I am neither. In an age of assume identities, I have one, the same one, all the damn time. No, rather I am cackling in delight because these people so desperately wanting to appear tough are the same brand of coward and moron they are in the physical world.
They are seeking validation in their life and their inflated precence on the Internet, just like their inflated presence in the Bridge Club or other semi-closed social setting, is what they use to mollify their pathetic and crushingly mundane lives. And normally I would not care in the least about them. They have their pathetic life, I have mine and never the twain should meet.
But the issue arises when they decide they must prove to me that I am not better than they are. And this is a bizarre instance for me because I am never claiming to be better than anyone. I don't need to because I'm not in competition with these folks so a question of better is stupid at best.
At the heart of the problem is that they have decided I am better than they are and so must engage in strategies and behaviour to assuage their fragile egos and the only way they know how to do this is the way that has worked for them in the past with most everyone else. They try to demean and threaten and intimidate and subdue through their statements and actions.
And that's the wrong way to handle me. If you really do not give a shit about me, ignore me. As soon as you decide you must "take me down a notch" well, for you it is a fight, for me it's entertainment.
What do I care what some asshat on the Internet thinks about me? Are they paying my mortgage, my salary, my car insurance? If not, why the hell would anything they say upset me? But it does intrigue me because when folks attack others, they reveal their own fears. It's why I harp on competence to other people since that is a trait I most highly value.
And their are two hilarious points in these exchanges. The first is when they get themselves in such a state that they call me the worst name they can consider. It reminds me of the time my eldest son was three and stomped in the bathroom to say: "Daddy, you're a, a, a BIG DUMMY!" I nearly fell over trying not to laugh as i explained to him that it was okay to be angry at me but not okay to call people names.
But these folks are not my children, they are just pathetic souls with pathetic lives who pathetically want to demean the world until they feel some solace in their lives and a kinder, nicer man would understand their pain and realise that it's born of frustration and they probably are just angry and give them the chance to calm down.
I'm not that man because that man obligates himself to have these morons and idiots in his life for a long time and I only want them to leave me the hell alone and so I accomplish this in the most effective manner possible. I mock and insult and posit offensive questions. I demean any talent they pretend, I attack everything they state is important, I basically demonstrate to them that even as a bully they suck ass, and not in the good way.
And the second hilarious moment occurs. They implode and claim victory and vow never to interact with me again.
Problem solved. |
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