Say it with me, people: It was a stupid stuffed bunny, and nobody cares any more.
This is a classic case of at least three sides of a story. There’s person #1 who started a meme, person #2 who is now convinced that they are this horrible person that everyone is mad at…
And there’s my side of the story. Which, as always, is known as the “gospel truth”.
While, yes, it seems at face value that there’s no excuse for person #2 to still be holding on to a passing meme… and the selfish morons are bitching to person #1 about it.
Well, I happen to know that person #2’s life happens to be in shambles right now (it’s not my story to tell, but it’s pretty bad). Perhaps mailing this retarded stuffed animal isn’t top priority in their mind right now. Ya think?
Of course, you can count on the web to be totally devoid of compassion, or sympathy, or even cutting someone a little slack.
If person #1’s mass-mailing to God-knows-who, talking for three or four paragraphs about how selfish and irresponsible person #2 is, wasn’t bad enough… then it surfaced as a post on their site, where the usual culprits in the Clueless Brigade™ have to chime in and hurt person #2 even more in the comments. (The post has since vanished after I left a subtle little comment… so no link.)
One more time, for the hearing impaired: It was a stupid stuffed bunny, and nobody cares any more.
I work a lot in this community. I do a lot of projects requiring the support and cooperation of others. It’s a pain in the ass. There’s always personality conflicts, somebody messes up, this one don’t like that one… do you see me here pointing fingers EVERY TIME I have a conflict?
No I don’t. It only looks that way. Shut up.
Someone aggravated me, so I cancelled the “mom project”. Last year, home problems made “the valentine project” impossible. I cited both of them as “time constraints”. You didn’t hear Faith or me post about every roadblock we hit planning and organizing the Pocono Gathering last March, did we?
It’s called decency and professionalism.
Hurting and humiliating person #2 wouldn’t settle anything.
It would have been so much easier to simply say. “Hey, it must have gotten lost in the mail. Shit happens. Either someone can get a new bunny, or we can scrap it here.” Everyone saves face and looks good. It went to one person. What is the big deal here? This was totally un-called for.
Of course I’ve come to expect that from person #1 and all her heartless friends.