Saturday, February 05, 2005
The Feel Good Clause
Sometimes I really have to wonder why there are so many people out there who just want to judge.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be one of them. Trawling the web to find some random stranger's blog and cast judgement upon him - you are this, you are that. You are... (by implication) less worthy than me. You deserve to be in pain.
Or, even worse, the people closer at hand who do happen to know you transiently in life, and can't resist sliding in a snide comment to try to make you feel bad - although if they really knew you, they'd realise they weren't quite hitting in the right places. Laugh. Or perhaps they were reading into me something they wanted to see, and not something I was trying to say.
The second group of people, methinks, are the more malignant. People I would never call "friend".
Maybe it's like a chicken soup for the soul; or in this case a double-shot absinthe perhaps.
Shrug.
Well, go right ahead. I won't delete your posts; I may not reply because I don't really feel inclined to slide down the slippery slope of ill-will towards stupidity.
But if you hurt, or you are bitter about something, feel free to take it out on me. You just might feel better about yourselves.
(footnote : transferrence)
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be one of them. Trawling the web to find some random stranger's blog and cast judgement upon him - you are this, you are that. You are... (by implication) less worthy than me. You deserve to be in pain.
Or, even worse, the people closer at hand who do happen to know you transiently in life, and can't resist sliding in a snide comment to try to make you feel bad - although if they really knew you, they'd realise they weren't quite hitting in the right places. Laugh. Or perhaps they were reading into me something they wanted to see, and not something I was trying to say.
The second group of people, methinks, are the more malignant. People I would never call "friend".
Maybe it's like a chicken soup for the soul; or in this case a double-shot absinthe perhaps.
Shrug.
Well, go right ahead. I won't delete your posts; I may not reply because I don't really feel inclined to slide down the slippery slope of ill-will towards stupidity.
But if you hurt, or you are bitter about something, feel free to take it out on me. You just might feel better about yourselves.
(footnote : transferrence)
