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For those of you who don't know, I'm now moved over to Dreamwidth, and will be staying that way except for my roleplays that don't move and a handful of musebox threads. The customer service and overall respect that the LJ staff has shown their userbase is just appalling. Even if the comment pages are returned to the old style (Which it has already been confirmed will not be happening, at least not completely), the real root of the problem is the deplorable customer service, and I see little being done about that. Yes, we do have some much nicer people at the more local level, but if the people in power don't give a shit about their userbase, the most they're able to offer is words and tiny fixes, which, while nice of them and I'm appreciative of the effort, is not enough to win back my patronage.
Some people might tell me to wait, that I'm moving too hastily. Frankly, I'm a little frustrated that people would consider my decisions any less valid just because they're made a mere two days after the fact. Just because a decision is triggered by strong emotions does not automatically make that decision hasty and irrational.
Frankly, in some ways you need the strong emotional reaction to do things that need to be done. The real life equivalent I want to compare the current situation at Livejournal to... I'm not going to, because I'm worried I'll be accused of comparing apples to oranges over a very serious matter. So I'll compare it to something else a little less touchy: my current situation with my roommates.
For those of you who don't know or follow me on plurk regularly, I currently live in an apartment with three other people at my college. At first, things were fine, but lately, there have been more and more instances of severe lifestyle differences and irresponsible behavior/lack of respecting boundaries on the part of my roommates. I have difficulty speaking up normally, owing to my tendency to devalue my own opinions and my shyness and dislike of confrontation. As such, the current problems include but are not limited to: my roommate chewing me out for leaving out dirty dishes (because I'd been distracted while emptying the dishwasher so I could put them in there) while the roommate chewing me out has left food out multiple times while going to spend the night at her boyfriend's, overall leaving out food in the pots and pans on the stove rather than storing them in the fridge or whatnot (and when I brought up the above issues and overall cleanliness in the kitchen, I was told to "take the initiative" a.k.a. clean up their messes for them), at least one instance of my roommate entering my private bedroom area without my prior knowledge or consent, and an item I let my roommates borrow being removed from the apartment and taken elsewhere without my knowledge or permission.
Then there's the mice.
To explain, my roommate brought home two mice, breaking about five different rules:
So. What does this all have to do with LJ? I caught the mouse the second time it escaped. During that emotional extreme, I decided that it was best for me to move out. As I waited and calmed down, however, I began to undervalue my decision, and ultimately set myself up for further frustration and fighting with my roommates. I've had further instances that are helping me to reaffirm my decision, but the point is: sometimes you NEED an emotional extreme to get out of a bad situation.
If people want to stay, that's fine. I respect that, and you all need to make whatever decision is best for you. For me, this is the best decision.
Would like to have a better finisher, but I gotta run. See you all and have Happy Holidays!
This entry was originally posted here.
Some people might tell me to wait, that I'm moving too hastily. Frankly, I'm a little frustrated that people would consider my decisions any less valid just because they're made a mere two days after the fact. Just because a decision is triggered by strong emotions does not automatically make that decision hasty and irrational.
Frankly, in some ways you need the strong emotional reaction to do things that need to be done. The real life equivalent I want to compare the current situation at Livejournal to... I'm not going to, because I'm worried I'll be accused of comparing apples to oranges over a very serious matter. So I'll compare it to something else a little less touchy: my current situation with my roommates.
For those of you who don't know or follow me on plurk regularly, I currently live in an apartment with three other people at my college. At first, things were fine, but lately, there have been more and more instances of severe lifestyle differences and irresponsible behavior/lack of respecting boundaries on the part of my roommates. I have difficulty speaking up normally, owing to my tendency to devalue my own opinions and my shyness and dislike of confrontation. As such, the current problems include but are not limited to: my roommate chewing me out for leaving out dirty dishes (because I'd been distracted while emptying the dishwasher so I could put them in there) while the roommate chewing me out has left food out multiple times while going to spend the night at her boyfriend's, overall leaving out food in the pots and pans on the stove rather than storing them in the fridge or whatnot (and when I brought up the above issues and overall cleanliness in the kitchen, I was told to "take the initiative" a.k.a. clean up their messes for them), at least one instance of my roommate entering my private bedroom area without my prior knowledge or consent, and an item I let my roommates borrow being removed from the apartment and taken elsewhere without my knowledge or permission.
Then there's the mice.
To explain, my roommate brought home two mice, breaking about five different rules:
- We are not allowed pets other than fish in our apartment building
- The only approved pets in the apartments period are cats, dogs and fish
- In order to obtain a pet, you must go to the apartment office and sign a special form
- Part of the above mentioned form involves obtaining written permission of all your roommates. Neither I nor at least one of my other roommates' permission was obtained prior to getting the mice
- To have a pet, you have to pay a 100 dollar down payment for possible damages.
So. What does this all have to do with LJ? I caught the mouse the second time it escaped. During that emotional extreme, I decided that it was best for me to move out. As I waited and calmed down, however, I began to undervalue my decision, and ultimately set myself up for further frustration and fighting with my roommates. I've had further instances that are helping me to reaffirm my decision, but the point is: sometimes you NEED an emotional extreme to get out of a bad situation.
If people want to stay, that's fine. I respect that, and you all need to make whatever decision is best for you. For me, this is the best decision.
Would like to have a better finisher, but I gotta run. See you all and have Happy Holidays!
This entry was originally posted here.