Don’t mind me gang, I’m just having another “John Coffey moment” here.
One of the things that has always amazed me on the web is the complete lack of ability and/or social skills some people have when it comes to relating to a situation, or put themselves in someone’s shoes. No matter how much of themselves a person puts out there… you can always count on an idiot coming along with a clueless remark that simply screams “I just don’t get it”.
Do people NEED to go through a divorce to understand the pain involved?
… or lose a child? Lose a parent? Be stricken with a crippling disease? Raped? Unemployed? Railroaded by the court system? Conned? Cheated? Loneliness? Fear? Discrimination? On the verge of being homeless?
How hard is it to hear a cry for help, and not feel something unless it’s happened to you at some point in your life?
I just don’t get it.
Or maybe I’m just a sap.
Hey, I’m the moron that defended a girl with cancer that didn’t exist, remember?
(Lord knows everyone else does.)
Not to worry, everything is fine here… it’s based on a situation elsewhere.
As easily as I’ve been able to understand where each person “is coming from” over there, and even relay it back sympathetically, they still read someone else’s cry for help and can’t see a point past how it relates to them. They’re even urging someone to continue to take a stand with a “No retreat! No surrender!” type of false bravado.
“We’re behind you 100 feet!”
They mean well, but it’s a type of false bravado in the sense that the person they’re cheering on has everything to lose, and they don’t. They’ll read how his world fell apart right up to when he inevitably becomes a 404 page, and they can then switch to a “What kind of [whatever] are you?” quiz at quizzilla with a click of their mouse.
Live to fight another day, my friend.
Assuming you can hear me over the screaming morons who seem to be more concerned over their comments removed than what happens to your job and family.
But I can’t watch anymore.
I’ve had my fill of ridicule over there.
Come to think of it, I’ve had my fill of ridicule… period.
“It feels like broken glass inside my head, and I don’t want it no more…”