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GrumpyOldDude
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- Aug 31, 2011
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A couple of things made me curate my experience.
First, there was a person I let myself feel particularly close to. For over a year, I let this person in deeper and deeper. And I tried to be the best friend I knew how to be. Then one day, out of the blue, they informed me that I added to their stress. They either couldn't or wouldn't tell me just how that was. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I quit telling them things. And I quit asking them things. It's been a while and eventually, they quit talking to me at all. No idea if they are even still alive or not.
But, if all I can be is a burden, then I see no reason to remain and every reason to fade away.
Second, I've always gotten my fair share of "tl;dr" comments. I used to find them funny. I mean, seriously. Ok, so you don't want to read all that? Then, don't. But, there is a certain type of person on these infernal nets that can't just not read or not listen, but has to nominate themselves the Curator in Charge of Concision. I would type a response to a question that was, quite literally, painful as it felt that some asshole replaced the keys on my keyboard with heated needles hooked to electrical current. And once I hit submit, I'd have to lie down until the nerve pain receded below my elbows once more. Only to find, when I returned, that I'd been critiqued not for anything I said, but just for length. I remember once I tried to participate in an audio files thread and the only response I remember was "too long." Well, pardon me for having to pause and catch my breath since a combination of health issues have made it difficult to breath or speak.
The message I took was that nothing I have to say is worth reading or listening to. So, why bother putting myself through the sometimes excruciating pain of doing so?
So, yeah. These days, I just randomly drop by and post a song or a meme. I see no point nor purpose in doing more since I would either a) be a burden or b) not be worth reading or listening to.
First, there was a person I let myself feel particularly close to. For over a year, I let this person in deeper and deeper. And I tried to be the best friend I knew how to be. Then one day, out of the blue, they informed me that I added to their stress. They either couldn't or wouldn't tell me just how that was. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I quit telling them things. And I quit asking them things. It's been a while and eventually, they quit talking to me at all. No idea if they are even still alive or not.
But, if all I can be is a burden, then I see no reason to remain and every reason to fade away.
Second, I've always gotten my fair share of "tl;dr" comments. I used to find them funny. I mean, seriously. Ok, so you don't want to read all that? Then, don't. But, there is a certain type of person on these infernal nets that can't just not read or not listen, but has to nominate themselves the Curator in Charge of Concision. I would type a response to a question that was, quite literally, painful as it felt that some asshole replaced the keys on my keyboard with heated needles hooked to electrical current. And once I hit submit, I'd have to lie down until the nerve pain receded below my elbows once more. Only to find, when I returned, that I'd been critiqued not for anything I said, but just for length. I remember once I tried to participate in an audio files thread and the only response I remember was "too long." Well, pardon me for having to pause and catch my breath since a combination of health issues have made it difficult to breath or speak.
The message I took was that nothing I have to say is worth reading or listening to. So, why bother putting myself through the sometimes excruciating pain of doing so?
So, yeah. These days, I just randomly drop by and post a song or a meme. I see no point nor purpose in doing more since I would either a) be a burden or b) not be worth reading or listening to.