Thursday, February 16, 2012
WTFery Running Amuck
There are days I just wonder… WTF is wrong with people? I’ve had a few of those days lately. More over the last year than I care to count.
Granted, I’ve only been out here online for almost 2 years, so in the grand scheme of things it’s all pretty new to me, so maybe it’s normal, but some of the shit I have seen, watched friends deal with and had to deal with myself often leads me to wonder… yeah… WTF is wrong with people?
WTF-ery runs amuck. Amuck amuck amuck.
Too often I have whack that just seems to gravitate to me. It’s like I’m a friggin’ whack magnet some days. Seriously. Why hassle me? What is the point? What kind of self gratifying bullshit is it?
I have been hassled for everything from having a favorite author, liking a particular book, not liking a particular book and writing reviews the wrong way. Hassled because I didn't blog dance or I blog danced too much. I'm also a big meanie. My blog offends some people, I bother some people, my spelling bothers some people, my word choice bothers some people, my sense of humor bother some people, hell, even not embracing the‘blessings of my menstrual cycle’ bothers some people. And on, and on, and on.
What the fuck.
Honestly… I don’t lose all that much sleep over it. I'm not here to win popularity contests and could give a flying fuck what these people think. But it does leave me with one question. Ok, that’s a lie; it leaves me with several questions, but one BIG one…
Why, in /the/fuck/, do these people keep coming to read my oh so offensive blog? Written by my oh so offensive horrible self? Who is forcing them? Is someone tying them up in some dark dank basement and forcing them to be subjected to that horrible Amara?
Why do they keep coming? Over and over and over.
Ok. That's more than one question. But still. What the hell is up with that?
I have some Amara haters that troll quietly in the background, come to read my blog, all my blogs, multiple times a week, every week and then go hide away and whisper to anyone that will listen how awful I am. I have others that like to apparently read my blog so they can bitch loud and proud about me, insult me, offend me, call me names and spew their hate all over me... in my own Places. And, well... *sigh* ...the list goes on.
What.The.Fuck. Is there a point to these people and their games?
WTFery runs amuck out here. I don't get it. But... I guess I wouldn't. Apparently I’m just a sub-literate tool who has the audacity to like those awful M/M books, write an offensive blog and be the meanest Mamba in the whole wide world. Oh, and who doesn't properly embrace her period. Let us not forget that one.
For shame be upon me.
As shameful and awful as I am ...I'm not going anywhere, people of suck or not, soooo... here’s to many more offensive blog posts and pissing off more people.