Sunday, June 15, 2008

 

junk mail list

I didn't invent this one, I'm not the first one to see this but, I just about blew my butt off laughing at this one:
This gives me hope, and revives my faith in my fellow man.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

 

What are you so afraid of?

Recently we ran into a group-emailing situation in which someone didn’t get a joke and got offended. I won’t bother you with the joke but it was not offensive. And I won’t bother telling you who the person was because I really don’t know the person. The Joke itself was just a little weird. So this person way down on the cc list didn’t understand and decided the best reaction was to get offended and try to shit on everyone’s day.
The unusual thing about this situation was, the joke teller wasn’t me. But I wanted to jump in. OH BOY did I want to jump in. And most people who replied said basically, in well-worded and roundabout ways, “What up with this bitch?!”
I didn’t bother because I figured it wouldn’t bug me today. But, you know, it still does.
Why? Because I’m usually the one taking shit from someone who doesn’t get it.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve managed to offend everyone I know at one time or another with a zinger or a playful slap with a silly object. And, usually I have it coming. And I’m sure someone is going give me shit about this blog entry. But this isn’t about me.
The two things that bother me are:
1) Taking offence to something you don’t understand.
2) And going out of your way to tell people that you’ve taken offence to something you don’t understand.
The second point, I think is a sort of self imposed punishment for the being guilty of the first. If you’re stupid you don’t have to shine a light on it. Most people can tell.
And it’s easy to dismiss the second and say, “well, some people are like that.” Or, “She must not be getting enough of the good stuff at home.” because that makes you guilty of the first thing.

It’ s all just laziness. And I’m guilty of it to. In my own roundabout way I’ve managed to unload on the person and try to fool everyone that this is all some sort of reflective essay.
I suppose if we all took time to look at the person’s intention, things would be clearer. But, where’s the fun in that?
Ah, whatever. I’ve got shit to do. Next time I’ll try to disguise my anger a little better.

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