| Dear Jaq |
[Jun. 8th, 2007|03:41 pm] |
I actually have a lot to offer you! I offer valuble negative feedback to you whenever you decide to lash out like a spiteful hag while furiously ignoring any possible dissenting statements. I offer a positive role model in that I am well groomed, fragrant and employed.
(BTW: That your big post calling me out is no comments speaks volumes to me. It speaks of your avoidance, your arrogance, your ignorance. It tells me you can't talk to people and you're devastatingly over invested in the internet. This post has comments enabled, because I have sack and you know, INTERNET. Feel free to respond! I am extending a courtesy to you you do not have the manners to extend to me)
I don't really want anything from you: what I want from your State is for an armed response team to blow up your PC and burn your Yu Gi Oh yaois or whatever the hell it is you waste someone else's money on. Pocky? It seems likely. Then you can dust the ashes of your ruinous former existence off yourself and get a job and act like a real human being. You will be exposed to a diverse cross-section of interests and opinions, and maybe some civility will slowly permeate your thick fucking skull. At which point you would not be acting like such a disgusting shit to people anymore, and I would be cool with you. That's basically how I work: if you are a shit, I will consistently challenge you to defy me by not being a shit anymore. I will do this by pointing out what a shit you are. Life is a growth process and I don't have any grudges etched in stone.
Why am I bothering with you? It's hard to explain. Mostly a lot of the COTI folks are still on my radar and I don't like to see people getting hurt by you guys. That's what you do: you hurt people. Don't bother asking the people around you: anyone around you right now still declines to speak to you? Odds are they are either a simpering lackey, or in thrawl to your vagina fumes. Which, might I add, could double very nicely as a sort of ersatz nethack (died level 30: killed by gelatinous cube).
Aw, god. I'm being a dick. Look: I know life isn't easy. I had a pretty harsh adolescence that I'm still fighting off, and you and your crew strike me as the kind of dudes who had thousands of sandcastles kicked in their faces. The thing is, I don't want to see anyone have that happen to them anymore (and not just because I am HERO OF THE BEACH) while you seem to be intent on kicking sandcastles as some sort of grim substitute revenge. So when I get angry at you and say that germs are playing nethack in your vag, it's because of something you did, not because I want to be cruel for the sake of it.
So yes, back in the day before all of this kicked off I could read your LJ and I saw you on COTI and whatnot and I sort of grasped a little bit that you had a bad home life. That doesn't excuse the way you act but maybe it is a causal link. I am considering that you genuinely don't know how to deal with people in a way that doesn't offend them. Maybe you don't know how to cope? It's hard: it was hard for me at 18, it's still pretty hard for me now.
So, some advice: cut the plugs off your games consoles. Get a nice suit and a haircut with whatever money you had earmarked for Mindless Bishie Grindquest V and hit the agency circuit. Your art is pretty good: skills to pay the bills? Maybe. But for god's sake, get out of the house. Stop eating fucking buttered tortillas because they'll make you fat and miserable, for the love of god.
Come on, guys: for all the pain you cause people, your punishment comes with your crimes: Danny is a aderack with sass and you draw art that is pretty good. Spinner... does something? The collective Voltron you form is a competent Jess Regan, guys. And now you're taking on a guy in Debt? You will fucking ruin yourselves if you don't get a grip! Stop yelling at the people pointing this out to you at their own personal expense!
Please don't tell me I am immature and high school, Rebecca. God, are you really so fucking oblivious to your own activites? That is like Hitler calling someone a bit of a mad Nazi, if you'll indulge my descent into Godwin's law.
Am I stalking you? No. Am I being critical of your actions in a public forum? Yes. I wish more people would bother to. That is not stalking you: that is you being a bitch in the public thoroughfare, and me calling you out on that. It's called feedback and it is something you would chew your own arm off to escape. It's the only thing that might stop you being suck a fuckhole to people for being considerate to your household.
I've said pretty much everything I have to say to you people, and now I suppose I can let the matter settle. I would guess that you will ignore everything I have to say here. But hey! Comments are open.
Here's hoping you do a little better tomorrow.
James |
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