People are dicks, but that's not a headline so much as a long-established fact
There's something weird about my personality. I seem to attract assholes of all varieties...they flock to me, they obsess over me. People who dislike me, or who like but just find some kind of amusement in being a fuckhead to me, don't do what I would do in such a situation, and simply avoid interaction with me. Nay, that would be rational and civilized. Instead, they just focus on me and heckle me incessantly. They do things specifically to spite me. They take things that are important to me and do what they can to fuck with them. Real good people, eh?
The specific instance of this is that someone thinks it's amusing or witty or inventive to leave anonymous comments on all of my posts saying how I did on Jeopardy, and when I delete these comments, leaving bizarre self-martyring comments about how I censor them. You are so ingenious and urbane, my friend, that I wonder why you don't leave your name so everyone can appreciate your handiwork. Oh wait, I remember why! It's because you're an unoriginal, mind-numbingly pointless fuck!
This is not in itself such a big deal. When people ask me how I did on the show, I tell them. Other people don't want to know, and would rather wait to see it on TV. I respect their decision on that, and I rather like it, actually. Those people have more of a sense of the fun and, yes, believe it or not, adventure I felt with the whole experience. The people who want to know, though, can know. The point is, people respect my own decisions, and they don't just rail on me in my own forums. Let's face it, as public as LiveJournal is, the point of it is that I reveal what I want to reveal. I can make entries private if I want, but I make public ones instead, and I just say what I say accordingly. That's just being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole, and sort of disrespectful, you know.
I thought about just saying "Welp, that's it for my LiveJournal then" as a sort of fuck you. I mean, it's not like I really updated very often at all anymore. But I figure that's kind of silly and overreactive, because I don't want to shut myself off from even the option of leaving a post when I want to, or end up looking like a hypocrite when I decide that idea was dumb after all. Besides, it all just makes me think about the irony that this is my journal, out there is someone who likes to be a dick to me - maybe from high school (at the time, I felt like some of those people fucking haunted me when I when I was just doing my best to avoid them till graduation), maybe from college (more likely, but a shorter list of probably people) - and this person in spending an awful lot of time checking my journal. Looking for updates and cussing me out when they don't come. Leaving comments, checking for comments on their comments and making replies, going down 10 posts with a copy-paste comment just to spite me. At 9:30 am on a Sunday by the time-stamp on the post, mind you...I'm not even awake at 9:30 am on weekends if I can help it. Someone checking on my journal more than I check on my own or anyone else's. Tsk tsk tsk. Bored, are we?
But anyways, the journal stays. I just turned on comment screening so that anonymous comments are run by me first. And any comment that isn't signed with a name - and a name I believe - just won't appear on the journal to anyone but me and the poster....except the poster won't be able to see it, because they weren't logged in when they made the comment. So the comment doesn't exist unless I want it to. And I won't screen any of my friends on their accounts, and I'll let through comments by friends without accounts. But I'm tired of anonymity. By virtue of my age, by virtue of my height, I've spent the better part of the last 12 years dealing with people who are stupider (and probably have smaller penises) and try and do something about this, usually without opening themselves up to any form of response by avoiding revealing their identity. It's like Roger Clemens throwing at people's heads in the American League because he never has to step in the batter's box...it's cowardly, and if he ever played in the National League, Randy Johnson would throw a 100 mph fastball at his head.
So yeah. Anonymous comments are out. Jerks suck. Journal's alive for now. Paz.
The specific instance of this is that someone thinks it's amusing or witty or inventive to leave anonymous comments on all of my posts saying how I did on Jeopardy, and when I delete these comments, leaving bizarre self-martyring comments about how I censor them. You are so ingenious and urbane, my friend, that I wonder why you don't leave your name so everyone can appreciate your handiwork. Oh wait, I remember why! It's because you're an unoriginal, mind-numbingly pointless fuck!
This is not in itself such a big deal. When people ask me how I did on the show, I tell them. Other people don't want to know, and would rather wait to see it on TV. I respect their decision on that, and I rather like it, actually. Those people have more of a sense of the fun and, yes, believe it or not, adventure I felt with the whole experience. The people who want to know, though, can know. The point is, people respect my own decisions, and they don't just rail on me in my own forums. Let's face it, as public as LiveJournal is, the point of it is that I reveal what I want to reveal. I can make entries private if I want, but I make public ones instead, and I just say what I say accordingly. That's just being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole, and sort of disrespectful, you know.
I thought about just saying "Welp, that's it for my LiveJournal then" as a sort of fuck you. I mean, it's not like I really updated very often at all anymore. But I figure that's kind of silly and overreactive, because I don't want to shut myself off from even the option of leaving a post when I want to, or end up looking like a hypocrite when I decide that idea was dumb after all. Besides, it all just makes me think about the irony that this is my journal, out there is someone who likes to be a dick to me - maybe from high school (at the time, I felt like some of those people fucking haunted me when I when I was just doing my best to avoid them till graduation), maybe from college (more likely, but a shorter list of probably people) - and this person in spending an awful lot of time checking my journal. Looking for updates and cussing me out when they don't come. Leaving comments, checking for comments on their comments and making replies, going down 10 posts with a copy-paste comment just to spite me. At 9:30 am on a Sunday by the time-stamp on the post, mind you...I'm not even awake at 9:30 am on weekends if I can help it. Someone checking on my journal more than I check on my own or anyone else's. Tsk tsk tsk. Bored, are we?
But anyways, the journal stays. I just turned on comment screening so that anonymous comments are run by me first. And any comment that isn't signed with a name - and a name I believe - just won't appear on the journal to anyone but me and the poster....except the poster won't be able to see it, because they weren't logged in when they made the comment. So the comment doesn't exist unless I want it to. And I won't screen any of my friends on their accounts, and I'll let through comments by friends without accounts. But I'm tired of anonymity. By virtue of my age, by virtue of my height, I've spent the better part of the last 12 years dealing with people who are stupider (and probably have smaller penises) and try and do something about this, usually without opening themselves up to any form of response by avoiding revealing their identity. It's like Roger Clemens throwing at people's heads in the American League because he never has to step in the batter's box...it's cowardly, and if he ever played in the National League, Randy Johnson would throw a 100 mph fastball at his head.
So yeah. Anonymous comments are out. Jerks suck. Journal's alive for now. Paz.