Why is it that an exceptionally good weekend can be so easily spoilt by one person’s stream of abuse over MSN? I am still unclear as to what started this off originally, I am even more unclear as to why it’s continuing…
…and I am totally unsure as to how I should deal with this in the future!
Apparently the short one-liner of a post yesterday is better suited to twitter and not a blog post, I wasn’t aware that netiquette had developed to such a degree.
As to an explanation….
..Somewhat more difficult. I am sat here, in front of the keyboard, with a thousand words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs running around my head refusing to attach themselves in any permanent form to the screen. The backspace key is getting worn out and I’m afraid that the artificial intelligence within WordPress will just get tired of the relentless type-delete-retype-delete cycle and just publish anyways.
Where to begin and how to word this post without the spitted teeth embedding themselves into the paragraphs?
I value honesty above all else, and always ask friends to be frank and honest with me. I have a particularly thick skin and most things will be taken as they are meant – I always thought it particularly stupid to seek someones honesty and then repay that with hurt pride after they have taken a difficult leap to provide you with that feedback. Take it, deal with it, move on.
However the stream of ‘truth’ that came through over the Bank Holiday was a little too much, even for one as thick skinned and dense as myself. Whilst I recognised some of what was said, and sheepishly say “guilty as charged” to others, the rest just seemed pure anger and nothing that I recognised. The shutting of virtual doors afterwards leaves no room for response, and to be frank I don’t think I want to rattle those ‘doors’ to see if that’s even a possibility.
There comes a point in time when you think this is happening too often and I just don’t have the energy to weather this anymore.
I took it, the “dealing with” is being exorcised here, and now it’s time to move on, however sadly…
Three days, two parties, one mother of all hangovers!
That’s it I have had my fill of Indian meals for the rest of this year, and after the Karate meal yesterday, I have had it with drink.. for at least the next day or two.. maybe.
One fairly valuable lesson learnt during the party last night; when having consumed several bottles of Cobra, don’t attempt to MSN people from your iPhone. The co-ordination required to select the right people and send intelligible messages is severely impaired!
Three more days of work and one afternoon of giving an armful (practically) of blood is all that now seperates me from the festive cheer.
Now if you don’t mind, I have a keyboard which looks deceptively comfortable and inviting. Zzzzz…
Being without a car at the moment has seriously restricted my world, pretty much at a time where my contact with said outside world, via electronic means, has also seemingly contracted to a silent whimper.
Of course this is largely due to other people *actually* having a life and the seemingly headlong crash into Christmas. Unfortunately a number of good friends are just too far away to visit for a good night out of beer, laughter and shared ‘mid-life crisery’.
So I continue to sit at the PC, aware of the long list of friends on MSN, and wonder if there is anyone out there?
More importantly, is there anyone out there with a bloody cheap car I can lay my hands upon in exchange for a wad of paper bearing a promise from the Bank of England and a nice portrait of Queen Lizzie?
Addendum: Unfortunately due to the large amount of cr*p I carry around at the moment, the bike is not really an option
I think it is probably time I gave people a rest and stop disturbing people relentlessly so I am in the process of removing my facebook account (how hard is that!), as well as removing one of my MSN accounts.
The MSN is ridiculously easy to do, however the facebook account is proving a REAL pain! Deactivating it really doesn’t do anything, everything stays on there but you can no longer sign onto it… how is that deactivated?
Ah well, the work continues!