I mean, what did I think was going to happen?
I blame it on the emotional see-saw I've been on for the past few weeks. Usually, I would have had a quiet rant about it on my own journal and left it at that, but I was too PISSED OFF to leave it at that.
So I beard the lions in their den and try and teach them the 'error of their ways'. You'd think I was a fandom rookie or something.
Plus, they are right. I do sound rather insufferable and condescending. Well, of course I do, I was pissed off. So was not making as much sense as I otherwise might've done. I should have just left the rebutteals to Dodger. She's better at it, and a good sport about it besides.
In retrospect, I can't quite remember WHY I got so steamed about it; it really doesn't rate more than a minor annoyance. Still, in my current apathetic state of mind, I can't even remember why I feel mad at George Bush.
Not my shining moment. I KNEW I was going to end up on some busybody's fandom_wank post, but I couldn't stop myself somehow. And the more defensive I get, the less rational I sound. Eugh. I'd delete the comments, but some idiot is sure to put up screen caps or have them saved in their email account. Better just suck it up. It's not like I don't totally deserve it for flaming somebody's personal journal, no matter how big of a wanker she is.
Here's something ironic. Saith I: I don't know, maybe there are some idiots out there who's using the icon to be snobby and push their own personal agenda. There's always a few people who you wish would get off your side because they make your side look bad. We can't help that.
I kind of feel like maybe I'M one of the people who should do my side a favour by defecting. Or maybe that's just the blues talking.
Still, if I was going to make myself look like a class nutcase, at least I might as well have done it over something that actually mattered,
and not over a bunch of dumb icons that some idiot thought up after going, "RESPECT, geddit? Hur hur." Now that rankles.
Actually, some very good things have come from this wank. One is that it distracted me from all the bloody emo I was wallowing in. The other is that it made me realize that I am still able to laugh at myself. As long as I can do that, there is hope.
Of course, the real cheerer-upper came in the form of this: Cat! Dean and Cat! Sam.
Nobody could fail to crack a smile at that. They ought to distribute it as a form of therapy. 'Tis a pity, if I wasn't on my personal emo high, I would laugh for hours
I even feel kind of fond of fandom_wank. Anything that snapped me out of The Bad Place deserves love. Not too much, of course.
PS: To those of my flist that I scared the bejesus out of by my last couple of posts - I am fine. Well, getting there, anyway. Not suicidal, never was. I feel better, and I'm seeing my counselor tomorrow. Sorry- really, really sorry - for the scare. I love you guys too much to do anything stupid. Who knows what havoc you might wreak on LJ if I left you alone?
*hugs flist* * is sheepish*