And I’ve done some of that. (‘How many milligrams in a pound, man?’)
But we’re not here to discuss my habits…
I have a new sub, a nice well-behaved high-school kid. I’ve watched his interactions for a couple days and while I perhaps disagree with a few of his conclusions, no one can dispute that he voices his thoughts on issues with calm respect. That’s enough for me.
Now some readers may remember an admittedly corrosive and divisive blogger who used to haunt our playground. For some reason he/she was terminated; not sure of the details. A while later there was what many believed to be a reincarnation, returned from the Second Great War and perhaps a bit more well-behaved. That blogger seems lately to be AWOL.
So imagine my surprise when, after reading a few dear posts from a new kid whose high-school photo profile reminds me so much of my own school-daze, I start to hear rumours that he may be the Great Satan, albeit in as convincing a disguise as one could dream of creating. And indeed, some of the heavier-foot-on-the-throttle kiddies here didn’t even wait for the light to turn green before rudely calling the kid awful names. For some reason this disgusts me.
Look, I am two very long steps away from piling onto their trashing band-wagon.
1) For some reason, trained scientist that I am, I await proof of his satanic majesty before changing my typically even-tempered demeanor. As I mentioned above, the fellow’s debating style appears, albeit based on a small data-base, to be entirely typical of a well-read and bright young kid. I see no ‘confrontationalism’ so far.
And 2) Even were it proven that he is no other than the Troll we love to hate, someone please tell me how, in the name of your sweet Jesus, we have decided to give ex-miscreants zero room to re-think their actions, to vow to ‘do it right’ this time, to fit peaceably into the Xanga matrix.
Searching for personal extremes in order to understand what the detractor-crowd must feel, I plug in the few humans so far in real life who have wronged me. And yes, if your life has been ruined by Curtis, I suppose I can deal with ‘Never Forgive, Never Forget.’
But in general, if a blogger’s only War Crime is calling me a hallucinating fool, albeit un-dressed-up’ as a model he never met and asked for her picture, I’m quick to let it be.
After all, on substance, he may have been correct had he called me those names.
I’ve already admitted to hallucinations. Can foolish thoughts be far behind?
Wu: Aha… By positioning yourself nicely on the line, you’re cool with however it turns out?
Me: Right you are. Either there’s no rubber mask, just more kid the whole way to the center….
Wu: Or an Alien inside. Boo! And carrying a Cookbook.
Me: Haha. I ain’t scared of no aliens. I’m inedible, first off, plus, seriously, all they got is keyboards.
Wu: So he could take off the mask here, right here, on your site, no problem?
Me: Of course. Assuming there is one. Otherwise it’s called ‘flaying’ Ouch.
Wu: So this post is like a Neutral Landing Site, you could call it?
Me: Yeah. ‘We await in Friendship’
Wu: Unless they’re really, really gross ‘n scary, then what?
Me: I’ll just run away and hide.