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Okay, one. Our wall is full of BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. Solitary wasps, my ass. Probably a whole brood of them hatching in there, and only just coming out now. Well guess what, kids! Mom's not here to protect you. The two I shoo'd out the door like a nice human may be the only ones to get out alive, unless there's an opening to the outdoors that they can use to FLEE THE GENOCIDE.
Two. Epic is occurring. If I adore you, you know who you are.
Three. GAY PRIDE PARADE TOMORROW YAY. I hope I can get down there. I've missed it every year and want to go support The Homosexual Agenda (TM). Man, out all day. Jeez. *whips out the SPF 50*
Four. BEEEEEEES.
Two. Epic is occurring. If I adore you, you know who you are.
Three. GAY PRIDE PARADE TOMORROW YAY. I hope I can get down there. I've missed it every year and want to go support The Homosexual Agenda (TM). Man, out all day. Jeez. *whips out the SPF 50*
Four. BEEEEEEES.
Okay, one. Our wall is full of BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. Solitary wasps, my ass. Probably a whole brood of them hatching in there, and only just coming out now. Well guess what, kids! Mom's not here to protect you. The two I shoo'd out the door like a nice human may be the only ones to get out alive, unless there's an opening to the outdoors that they can use to FLEE THE GENOCIDE.
Two. Epic is occurring. If I adore you, you know who you are.
Three. GAY PRIDE PARADE TOMORROW YAY. I hope I can get down there. I've missed it every year and want to go support The Homosexual Agenda (TM). Man, out all day. Jeez. *whips out the SPF 50*
Four. BEEEEEEES.
Two. Epic is occurring. If I adore you, you know who you are.
Three. GAY PRIDE PARADE TOMORROW YAY. I hope I can get down there. I've missed it every year and want to go support The Homosexual Agenda (TM). Man, out all day. Jeez. *whips out the SPF 50*
Four. BEEEEEEES.
Okay, one. Our wall is full of BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. Solitary wasps, my ass. Probably a whole brood of them hatching in there, and only just coming out now. Well guess what, kids! Mom's not here to protect you. The two I shoo'd out the door like a nice human may be the only ones to get out alive, unless there's an opening to the outdoors that they can use to FLEE THE GENOCIDE.
Two. Epic is occurring. If I adore you, you know who you are.
Three. GAY PRIDE PARADE TOMORROW YAY. I hope I can get down there. I've missed it every year and want to go support The Homosexual Agenda (TM). Man, out all day. Jeez. *whips out the SPF 50*
Four. BEEEEEEES.
Two. Epic is occurring. If I adore you, you know who you are.
Three. GAY PRIDE PARADE TOMORROW YAY. I hope I can get down there. I've missed it every year and want to go support The Homosexual Agenda (TM). Man, out all day. Jeez. *whips out the SPF 50*
Four. BEEEEEEES.
Contradictions
Jun. 10th, 2009 12:46 pmI would really like it if the people who accuse me of unacceptable behavior had the critical ability to ensure that all of the things they accuse me of can be true simultaneously. I think we'd get a lot further.
And yeah, this hasn't stopped pissing me off.
And yeah, this hasn't stopped pissing me off.
Contradictions
Jun. 10th, 2009 12:46 pmI would really like it if the people who accuse me of unacceptable behavior had the critical ability to ensure that all of the things they accuse me of can be true simultaneously. I think we'd get a lot further.
And yeah, this hasn't stopped pissing me off.
And yeah, this hasn't stopped pissing me off.
Contradictions
Jun. 10th, 2009 12:46 pmI would really like it if the people who accuse me of unacceptable behavior had the critical ability to ensure that all of the things they accuse me of can be true simultaneously. I think we'd get a lot further.
And yeah, this hasn't stopped pissing me off.
And yeah, this hasn't stopped pissing me off.
"Speaking Rightly"
Jan. 11th, 2009 01:21 amThere are two phases to communication, sending and receiving.
I speak rightly. I mean this in two senses: I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.
To clarify, I'm generally pretty good at getting an accurate picture of my opinion out there. I seldom have an opinion that I couldn't express to someone else, because if I can't explain myself to them then why the hell do I believe it? If my reasoning as it formed in my head wouldn't be enough for someone else to understand and potentially even agree, then it's not good enough for me either. I also mean what I say. The closest thing to dishonesty most people will get in conversation with me is me making the choice not to give them information they don't need. I will not offer excessive information if I think someone will either use it to hurt me, or will simply not understand it. Other than that? I don't lie about myself. Lying about my needs or opinions is a lot like faking orgasms. It prevents other people from learning how to please me, and why the hell would I deliberately cause that?
This is why I get upset when people don't read or listen to what I say or post. If there is a comprehension problem between me and someone else, personal experience (and trust in my training) has taught me that it is generally not on my end. Sometimes it is, in which case I need to figure out what the malfunction is and fix it. But generally it's a problem on the other end of the filter, from people who have no formal training in communication and are not willing or able to substitute that with basic courtesy.
Something that is not a failure of my communication skills: People failing to listen to or read the entire message I am getting across before deciding what I'm saying. Conversation is not simply waiting for your turn to speak, as a friend commented to me tonight. Conversation is attempting to figure out where the other person is coming from, and choosing how to react from that. If you're not honestly and fairly trying to figure the other person out... how the hell do you know you don't agree with them?
This is how arguments start among people who agree. They bitch and moan and snipe at each other, and sometimes when nobody is paying attention to other people you see folks bitching and moaning and sniping at folks who agree with them, but are also too busy bitching and moaning to realize that nobody is disputing them.
And I hate that. I feel like I'm always the one screaming, "We're all saying the same thing here! Are you even reading each other's posts before you state your opinion like you've walked into a den of foes? Read each other's fucking posts, and read the whole thing so you can get the message in context like the writer intended."
It makes me wonder, not for the first time, whether the internet attracts people with poor communication skills or if it actually creates them by teaching them that this crap is somehow normal and effective. All I know is that I'm so tired of getting in arguments with everyone I talk to about anything of even minor importance, most of all when everybody agrees, and they don't know it.
All I can do is speak rightly. All I can do is offer my opinion when asked. But communication is a two-step process, and the other half? I can't control that. All I can do is make sure that I speak rightly, and hope for the best.
There is, of course, another option that I must mention for the sake of thoroughness. Not talking to people who are too lazy to hold up their end of the bargain and do me the basic respect I'm giving them. I may be arguing with them, I may be telling them they're wrong, and I may even be showing them ugly things they don't want to see. But at least I acknowledge them. It's a fucking start, and I will consider these people successful communicators when they can at least give me that.
Until then... whatever. I speak rightly. Anything other than that... I just need to let it go. If they haven't learned to communicate effectively by now, no amount of my energy lost is going to get across that kind of a life skill. Maybe if they have enough open brawls with people they don't realize they agree with until it's almost too late, they'll learn to figure out what people are saying before telling them they're wrong. But that's not a lesson they're likely to learn from me, no matter how much effort I spend on the teaching.
As my High Priest told me tonight, "Just let it go. Whatever it is you're hanging onto. Just let it go."
"I'm trying," I told him.
I speak rightly. I mean this in two senses: I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.
To clarify, I'm generally pretty good at getting an accurate picture of my opinion out there. I seldom have an opinion that I couldn't express to someone else, because if I can't explain myself to them then why the hell do I believe it? If my reasoning as it formed in my head wouldn't be enough for someone else to understand and potentially even agree, then it's not good enough for me either. I also mean what I say. The closest thing to dishonesty most people will get in conversation with me is me making the choice not to give them information they don't need. I will not offer excessive information if I think someone will either use it to hurt me, or will simply not understand it. Other than that? I don't lie about myself. Lying about my needs or opinions is a lot like faking orgasms. It prevents other people from learning how to please me, and why the hell would I deliberately cause that?
This is why I get upset when people don't read or listen to what I say or post. If there is a comprehension problem between me and someone else, personal experience (and trust in my training) has taught me that it is generally not on my end. Sometimes it is, in which case I need to figure out what the malfunction is and fix it. But generally it's a problem on the other end of the filter, from people who have no formal training in communication and are not willing or able to substitute that with basic courtesy.
Something that is not a failure of my communication skills: People failing to listen to or read the entire message I am getting across before deciding what I'm saying. Conversation is not simply waiting for your turn to speak, as a friend commented to me tonight. Conversation is attempting to figure out where the other person is coming from, and choosing how to react from that. If you're not honestly and fairly trying to figure the other person out... how the hell do you know you don't agree with them?
This is how arguments start among people who agree. They bitch and moan and snipe at each other, and sometimes when nobody is paying attention to other people you see folks bitching and moaning and sniping at folks who agree with them, but are also too busy bitching and moaning to realize that nobody is disputing them.
And I hate that. I feel like I'm always the one screaming, "We're all saying the same thing here! Are you even reading each other's posts before you state your opinion like you've walked into a den of foes? Read each other's fucking posts, and read the whole thing so you can get the message in context like the writer intended."
It makes me wonder, not for the first time, whether the internet attracts people with poor communication skills or if it actually creates them by teaching them that this crap is somehow normal and effective. All I know is that I'm so tired of getting in arguments with everyone I talk to about anything of even minor importance, most of all when everybody agrees, and they don't know it.
All I can do is speak rightly. All I can do is offer my opinion when asked. But communication is a two-step process, and the other half? I can't control that. All I can do is make sure that I speak rightly, and hope for the best.
There is, of course, another option that I must mention for the sake of thoroughness. Not talking to people who are too lazy to hold up their end of the bargain and do me the basic respect I'm giving them. I may be arguing with them, I may be telling them they're wrong, and I may even be showing them ugly things they don't want to see. But at least I acknowledge them. It's a fucking start, and I will consider these people successful communicators when they can at least give me that.
Until then... whatever. I speak rightly. Anything other than that... I just need to let it go. If they haven't learned to communicate effectively by now, no amount of my energy lost is going to get across that kind of a life skill. Maybe if they have enough open brawls with people they don't realize they agree with until it's almost too late, they'll learn to figure out what people are saying before telling them they're wrong. But that's not a lesson they're likely to learn from me, no matter how much effort I spend on the teaching.
As my High Priest told me tonight, "Just let it go. Whatever it is you're hanging onto. Just let it go."
"I'm trying," I told him.
"Speaking Rightly"
Jan. 11th, 2009 01:21 amThere are two phases to communication, sending and receiving.
I speak rightly. I mean this in two senses: I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.
To clarify, I'm generally pretty good at getting an accurate picture of my opinion out there. I seldom have an opinion that I couldn't express to someone else, because if I can't explain myself to them then why the hell do I believe it? If my reasoning as it formed in my head wouldn't be enough for someone else to understand and potentially even agree, then it's not good enough for me either. I also mean what I say. The closest thing to dishonesty most people will get in conversation with me is me making the choice not to give them information they don't need. I will not offer excessive information if I think someone will either use it to hurt me, or will simply not understand it. Other than that? I don't lie about myself. Lying about my needs or opinions is a lot like faking orgasms. It prevents other people from learning how to please me, and why the hell would I deliberately cause that?
This is why I get upset when people don't read or listen to what I say or post. If there is a comprehension problem between me and someone else, personal experience (and trust in my training) has taught me that it is generally not on my end. Sometimes it is, in which case I need to figure out what the malfunction is and fix it. But generally it's a problem on the other end of the filter, from people who have no formal training in communication and are not willing or able to substitute that with basic courtesy.
Something that is not a failure of my communication skills: People failing to listen to or read the entire message I am getting across before deciding what I'm saying. Conversation is not simply waiting for your turn to speak, as a friend commented to me tonight. Conversation is attempting to figure out where the other person is coming from, and choosing how to react from that. If you're not honestly and fairly trying to figure the other person out... how the hell do you know you don't agree with them?
This is how arguments start among people who agree. They bitch and moan and snipe at each other, and sometimes when nobody is paying attention to other people you see folks bitching and moaning and sniping at folks who agree with them, but are also too busy bitching and moaning to realize that nobody is disputing them.
And I hate that. I feel like I'm always the one screaming, "We're all saying the same thing here! Are you even reading each other's posts before you state your opinion like you've walked into a den of foes? Read each other's fucking posts, and read the whole thing so you can get the message in context like the writer intended."
It makes me wonder, not for the first time, whether the internet attracts people with poor communication skills or if it actually creates them by teaching them that this crap is somehow normal and effective. All I know is that I'm so tired of getting in arguments with everyone I talk to about anything of even minor importance, most of all when everybody agrees, and they don't know it.
All I can do is speak rightly. All I can do is offer my opinion when asked. But communication is a two-step process, and the other half? I can't control that. All I can do is make sure that I speak rightly, and hope for the best.
There is, of course, another option that I must mention for the sake of thoroughness. Not talking to people who are too lazy to hold up their end of the bargain and do me the basic respect I'm giving them. I may be arguing with them, I may be telling them they're wrong, and I may even be showing them ugly things they don't want to see. But at least I acknowledge them. It's a fucking start, and I will consider these people successful communicators when they can at least give me that.
Until then... whatever. I speak rightly. Anything other than that... I just need to let it go. If they haven't learned to communicate effectively by now, no amount of my energy lost is going to get across that kind of a life skill. Maybe if they have enough open brawls with people they don't realize they agree with until it's almost too late, they'll learn to figure out what people are saying before telling them they're wrong. But that's not a lesson they're likely to learn from me, no matter how much effort I spend on the teaching.
As my High Priest told me tonight, "Just let it go. Whatever it is you're hanging onto. Just let it go."
"I'm trying," I told him.
I speak rightly. I mean this in two senses: I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.
To clarify, I'm generally pretty good at getting an accurate picture of my opinion out there. I seldom have an opinion that I couldn't express to someone else, because if I can't explain myself to them then why the hell do I believe it? If my reasoning as it formed in my head wouldn't be enough for someone else to understand and potentially even agree, then it's not good enough for me either. I also mean what I say. The closest thing to dishonesty most people will get in conversation with me is me making the choice not to give them information they don't need. I will not offer excessive information if I think someone will either use it to hurt me, or will simply not understand it. Other than that? I don't lie about myself. Lying about my needs or opinions is a lot like faking orgasms. It prevents other people from learning how to please me, and why the hell would I deliberately cause that?
This is why I get upset when people don't read or listen to what I say or post. If there is a comprehension problem between me and someone else, personal experience (and trust in my training) has taught me that it is generally not on my end. Sometimes it is, in which case I need to figure out what the malfunction is and fix it. But generally it's a problem on the other end of the filter, from people who have no formal training in communication and are not willing or able to substitute that with basic courtesy.
Something that is not a failure of my communication skills: People failing to listen to or read the entire message I am getting across before deciding what I'm saying. Conversation is not simply waiting for your turn to speak, as a friend commented to me tonight. Conversation is attempting to figure out where the other person is coming from, and choosing how to react from that. If you're not honestly and fairly trying to figure the other person out... how the hell do you know you don't agree with them?
This is how arguments start among people who agree. They bitch and moan and snipe at each other, and sometimes when nobody is paying attention to other people you see folks bitching and moaning and sniping at folks who agree with them, but are also too busy bitching and moaning to realize that nobody is disputing them.
And I hate that. I feel like I'm always the one screaming, "We're all saying the same thing here! Are you even reading each other's posts before you state your opinion like you've walked into a den of foes? Read each other's fucking posts, and read the whole thing so you can get the message in context like the writer intended."
It makes me wonder, not for the first time, whether the internet attracts people with poor communication skills or if it actually creates them by teaching them that this crap is somehow normal and effective. All I know is that I'm so tired of getting in arguments with everyone I talk to about anything of even minor importance, most of all when everybody agrees, and they don't know it.
All I can do is speak rightly. All I can do is offer my opinion when asked. But communication is a two-step process, and the other half? I can't control that. All I can do is make sure that I speak rightly, and hope for the best.
There is, of course, another option that I must mention for the sake of thoroughness. Not talking to people who are too lazy to hold up their end of the bargain and do me the basic respect I'm giving them. I may be arguing with them, I may be telling them they're wrong, and I may even be showing them ugly things they don't want to see. But at least I acknowledge them. It's a fucking start, and I will consider these people successful communicators when they can at least give me that.
Until then... whatever. I speak rightly. Anything other than that... I just need to let it go. If they haven't learned to communicate effectively by now, no amount of my energy lost is going to get across that kind of a life skill. Maybe if they have enough open brawls with people they don't realize they agree with until it's almost too late, they'll learn to figure out what people are saying before telling them they're wrong. But that's not a lesson they're likely to learn from me, no matter how much effort I spend on the teaching.
As my High Priest told me tonight, "Just let it go. Whatever it is you're hanging onto. Just let it go."
"I'm trying," I told him.
"Speaking Rightly"
Jan. 11th, 2009 01:21 amThere are two phases to communication, sending and receiving.
I speak rightly. I mean this in two senses: I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.
To clarify, I'm generally pretty good at getting an accurate picture of my opinion out there. I seldom have an opinion that I couldn't express to someone else, because if I can't explain myself to them then why the hell do I believe it? If my reasoning as it formed in my head wouldn't be enough for someone else to understand and potentially even agree, then it's not good enough for me either. I also mean what I say. The closest thing to dishonesty most people will get in conversation with me is me making the choice not to give them information they don't need. I will not offer excessive information if I think someone will either use it to hurt me, or will simply not understand it. Other than that? I don't lie about myself. Lying about my needs or opinions is a lot like faking orgasms. It prevents other people from learning how to please me, and why the hell would I deliberately cause that?
This is why I get upset when people don't read or listen to what I say or post. If there is a comprehension problem between me and someone else, personal experience (and trust in my training) has taught me that it is generally not on my end. Sometimes it is, in which case I need to figure out what the malfunction is and fix it. But generally it's a problem on the other end of the filter, from people who have no formal training in communication and are not willing or able to substitute that with basic courtesy.
Something that is not a failure of my communication skills: People failing to listen to or read the entire message I am getting across before deciding what I'm saying. Conversation is not simply waiting for your turn to speak, as a friend commented to me tonight. Conversation is attempting to figure out where the other person is coming from, and choosing how to react from that. If you're not honestly and fairly trying to figure the other person out... how the hell do you know you don't agree with them?
This is how arguments start among people who agree. They bitch and moan and snipe at each other, and sometimes when nobody is paying attention to other people you see folks bitching and moaning and sniping at folks who agree with them, but are also too busy bitching and moaning to realize that nobody is disputing them.
And I hate that. I feel like I'm always the one screaming, "We're all saying the same thing here! Are you even reading each other's posts before you state your opinion like you've walked into a den of foes? Read each other's fucking posts, and read the whole thing so you can get the message in context like the writer intended."
It makes me wonder, not for the first time, whether the internet attracts people with poor communication skills or if it actually creates them by teaching them that this crap is somehow normal and effective. All I know is that I'm so tired of getting in arguments with everyone I talk to about anything of even minor importance, most of all when everybody agrees, and they don't know it.
All I can do is speak rightly. All I can do is offer my opinion when asked. But communication is a two-step process, and the other half? I can't control that. All I can do is make sure that I speak rightly, and hope for the best.
There is, of course, another option that I must mention for the sake of thoroughness. Not talking to people who are too lazy to hold up their end of the bargain and do me the basic respect I'm giving them. I may be arguing with them, I may be telling them they're wrong, and I may even be showing them ugly things they don't want to see. But at least I acknowledge them. It's a fucking start, and I will consider these people successful communicators when they can at least give me that.
Until then... whatever. I speak rightly. Anything other than that... I just need to let it go. If they haven't learned to communicate effectively by now, no amount of my energy lost is going to get across that kind of a life skill. Maybe if they have enough open brawls with people they don't realize they agree with until it's almost too late, they'll learn to figure out what people are saying before telling them they're wrong. But that's not a lesson they're likely to learn from me, no matter how much effort I spend on the teaching.
As my High Priest told me tonight, "Just let it go. Whatever it is you're hanging onto. Just let it go."
"I'm trying," I told him.
I speak rightly. I mean this in two senses: I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.
To clarify, I'm generally pretty good at getting an accurate picture of my opinion out there. I seldom have an opinion that I couldn't express to someone else, because if I can't explain myself to them then why the hell do I believe it? If my reasoning as it formed in my head wouldn't be enough for someone else to understand and potentially even agree, then it's not good enough for me either. I also mean what I say. The closest thing to dishonesty most people will get in conversation with me is me making the choice not to give them information they don't need. I will not offer excessive information if I think someone will either use it to hurt me, or will simply not understand it. Other than that? I don't lie about myself. Lying about my needs or opinions is a lot like faking orgasms. It prevents other people from learning how to please me, and why the hell would I deliberately cause that?
This is why I get upset when people don't read or listen to what I say or post. If there is a comprehension problem between me and someone else, personal experience (and trust in my training) has taught me that it is generally not on my end. Sometimes it is, in which case I need to figure out what the malfunction is and fix it. But generally it's a problem on the other end of the filter, from people who have no formal training in communication and are not willing or able to substitute that with basic courtesy.
Something that is not a failure of my communication skills: People failing to listen to or read the entire message I am getting across before deciding what I'm saying. Conversation is not simply waiting for your turn to speak, as a friend commented to me tonight. Conversation is attempting to figure out where the other person is coming from, and choosing how to react from that. If you're not honestly and fairly trying to figure the other person out... how the hell do you know you don't agree with them?
This is how arguments start among people who agree. They bitch and moan and snipe at each other, and sometimes when nobody is paying attention to other people you see folks bitching and moaning and sniping at folks who agree with them, but are also too busy bitching and moaning to realize that nobody is disputing them.
And I hate that. I feel like I'm always the one screaming, "We're all saying the same thing here! Are you even reading each other's posts before you state your opinion like you've walked into a den of foes? Read each other's fucking posts, and read the whole thing so you can get the message in context like the writer intended."
It makes me wonder, not for the first time, whether the internet attracts people with poor communication skills or if it actually creates them by teaching them that this crap is somehow normal and effective. All I know is that I'm so tired of getting in arguments with everyone I talk to about anything of even minor importance, most of all when everybody agrees, and they don't know it.
All I can do is speak rightly. All I can do is offer my opinion when asked. But communication is a two-step process, and the other half? I can't control that. All I can do is make sure that I speak rightly, and hope for the best.
There is, of course, another option that I must mention for the sake of thoroughness. Not talking to people who are too lazy to hold up their end of the bargain and do me the basic respect I'm giving them. I may be arguing with them, I may be telling them they're wrong, and I may even be showing them ugly things they don't want to see. But at least I acknowledge them. It's a fucking start, and I will consider these people successful communicators when they can at least give me that.
Until then... whatever. I speak rightly. Anything other than that... I just need to let it go. If they haven't learned to communicate effectively by now, no amount of my energy lost is going to get across that kind of a life skill. Maybe if they have enough open brawls with people they don't realize they agree with until it's almost too late, they'll learn to figure out what people are saying before telling them they're wrong. But that's not a lesson they're likely to learn from me, no matter how much effort I spend on the teaching.
As my High Priest told me tonight, "Just let it go. Whatever it is you're hanging onto. Just let it go."
"I'm trying," I told him.
More crap about Hidden Realms.
Jul. 15th, 2008 09:33 pmSo I was messaged by a staffer not long ago, as he'd heard I have "negative opinions" about HR and was curious what I thought. Thankfully he wasn't trying to figure out what this seditious little member had to say for herself, and seemed genuinely interested in making the forum experience better for members.
I told him that HR is far more concerned with avoiding conflict than with honesty, and that I hate it. It doesn't matter if I make well-thought-out comments, if I offer potential solutions to whatever problems I point out, and if I avoid personal insults. If someone doesn't like what I'm saying... I've hurt them. If they're hurt, I attacked them.
I don't like this.
At least I could tell him that I didn't feel anymore like I was treated differently than other members.
I'm beginning to doubt it yet again. I swear, if the RP at this site wasn't so good I would never put up with their staff and the sneaky passive-aggressive behavior they encourage in members. As it is, I think I'm just going to start ignoring some of the staffers' pet members in chat. Perhaps if I don't have to interact with them I won't have to keep swallowing the urge to *gasp* be honest with them. That would only get me in trouble.
I told him that HR is far more concerned with avoiding conflict than with honesty, and that I hate it. It doesn't matter if I make well-thought-out comments, if I offer potential solutions to whatever problems I point out, and if I avoid personal insults. If someone doesn't like what I'm saying... I've hurt them. If they're hurt, I attacked them.
I don't like this.
At least I could tell him that I didn't feel anymore like I was treated differently than other members.
I'm beginning to doubt it yet again. I swear, if the RP at this site wasn't so good I would never put up with their staff and the sneaky passive-aggressive behavior they encourage in members. As it is, I think I'm just going to start ignoring some of the staffers' pet members in chat. Perhaps if I don't have to interact with them I won't have to keep swallowing the urge to *gasp* be honest with them. That would only get me in trouble.
More crap about Hidden Realms.
Jul. 15th, 2008 09:33 pmSo I was messaged by a staffer not long ago, as he'd heard I have "negative opinions" about HR and was curious what I thought. Thankfully he wasn't trying to figure out what this seditious little member had to say for herself, and seemed genuinely interested in making the forum experience better for members.
I told him that HR is far more concerned with avoiding conflict than with honesty, and that I hate it. It doesn't matter if I make well-thought-out comments, if I offer potential solutions to whatever problems I point out, and if I avoid personal insults. If someone doesn't like what I'm saying... I've hurt them. If they're hurt, I attacked them.
I don't like this.
At least I could tell him that I didn't feel anymore like I was treated differently than other members.
I'm beginning to doubt it yet again. I swear, if the RP at this site wasn't so good I would never put up with their staff and the sneaky passive-aggressive behavior they encourage in members. As it is, I think I'm just going to start ignoring some of the staffers' pet members in chat. Perhaps if I don't have to interact with them I won't have to keep swallowing the urge to *gasp* be honest with them. That would only get me in trouble.
I told him that HR is far more concerned with avoiding conflict than with honesty, and that I hate it. It doesn't matter if I make well-thought-out comments, if I offer potential solutions to whatever problems I point out, and if I avoid personal insults. If someone doesn't like what I'm saying... I've hurt them. If they're hurt, I attacked them.
I don't like this.
At least I could tell him that I didn't feel anymore like I was treated differently than other members.
I'm beginning to doubt it yet again. I swear, if the RP at this site wasn't so good I would never put up with their staff and the sneaky passive-aggressive behavior they encourage in members. As it is, I think I'm just going to start ignoring some of the staffers' pet members in chat. Perhaps if I don't have to interact with them I won't have to keep swallowing the urge to *gasp* be honest with them. That would only get me in trouble.
More crap about Hidden Realms.
Jul. 15th, 2008 09:33 pmSo I was messaged by a staffer not long ago, as he'd heard I have "negative opinions" about HR and was curious what I thought. Thankfully he wasn't trying to figure out what this seditious little member had to say for herself, and seemed genuinely interested in making the forum experience better for members.
I told him that HR is far more concerned with avoiding conflict than with honesty, and that I hate it. It doesn't matter if I make well-thought-out comments, if I offer potential solutions to whatever problems I point out, and if I avoid personal insults. If someone doesn't like what I'm saying... I've hurt them. If they're hurt, I attacked them.
I don't like this.
At least I could tell him that I didn't feel anymore like I was treated differently than other members.
I'm beginning to doubt it yet again. I swear, if the RP at this site wasn't so good I would never put up with their staff and the sneaky passive-aggressive behavior they encourage in members. As it is, I think I'm just going to start ignoring some of the staffers' pet members in chat. Perhaps if I don't have to interact with them I won't have to keep swallowing the urge to *gasp* be honest with them. That would only get me in trouble.
I told him that HR is far more concerned with avoiding conflict than with honesty, and that I hate it. It doesn't matter if I make well-thought-out comments, if I offer potential solutions to whatever problems I point out, and if I avoid personal insults. If someone doesn't like what I'm saying... I've hurt them. If they're hurt, I attacked them.
I don't like this.
At least I could tell him that I didn't feel anymore like I was treated differently than other members.
I'm beginning to doubt it yet again. I swear, if the RP at this site wasn't so good I would never put up with their staff and the sneaky passive-aggressive behavior they encourage in members. As it is, I think I'm just going to start ignoring some of the staffers' pet members in chat. Perhaps if I don't have to interact with them I won't have to keep swallowing the urge to *gasp* be honest with them. That would only get me in trouble.
The insider perspective
Apr. 22nd, 2008 01:57 pmSometimes I wonder why I stay on Hidden Realms.
I think the answer is that I like the setting. Brian's told me that he has no interest in the OOC community there, and I'm starting to think he may be right to keep himself uninvolved.
I don't trust the character application mods because they do only a fraction of the posting in that forum, and several times as much griping about how hard it is. I don't trust new members because they're not expected to do anything but what's been done a thousand times, and all think they're the best yet. I don't trust the staffers there because everything I say and do is reported back to the staff forum to evaluate the danger I pose. I don't trust the non-staff elite because they can do whatever they please while us "rabblerousers" can't cough without being asked why we did it and what we meant by it.
So who does that leave? It leaves me and what I'm writing in the setting with the people I referred because I've already verified that they're distinctive and decent individuals. I'll interact with other people IC, but at this point they've mostly become kind of an RP resource. They're not people to me because they have little to nothing to offer me as people. They offer me paranoia, double standards, and half have nothing to distinguish them as individuals beyond that typical internet drive to be the weirdest.
They say that people who like sausage and respect the law should never watch either being made. I think the same saying applies to the building of a community. The more you know about what and whom it's based on, the less worthy it really seems. Best to stay for a year and move on before the luster dims and you really start to see what's going on.
I think the answer is that I like the setting. Brian's told me that he has no interest in the OOC community there, and I'm starting to think he may be right to keep himself uninvolved.
I don't trust the character application mods because they do only a fraction of the posting in that forum, and several times as much griping about how hard it is. I don't trust new members because they're not expected to do anything but what's been done a thousand times, and all think they're the best yet. I don't trust the staffers there because everything I say and do is reported back to the staff forum to evaluate the danger I pose. I don't trust the non-staff elite because they can do whatever they please while us "rabblerousers" can't cough without being asked why we did it and what we meant by it.
So who does that leave? It leaves me and what I'm writing in the setting with the people I referred because I've already verified that they're distinctive and decent individuals. I'll interact with other people IC, but at this point they've mostly become kind of an RP resource. They're not people to me because they have little to nothing to offer me as people. They offer me paranoia, double standards, and half have nothing to distinguish them as individuals beyond that typical internet drive to be the weirdest.
They say that people who like sausage and respect the law should never watch either being made. I think the same saying applies to the building of a community. The more you know about what and whom it's based on, the less worthy it really seems. Best to stay for a year and move on before the luster dims and you really start to see what's going on.
The insider perspective
Apr. 22nd, 2008 01:57 pmSometimes I wonder why I stay on Hidden Realms.
I think the answer is that I like the setting. Brian's told me that he has no interest in the OOC community there, and I'm starting to think he may be right to keep himself uninvolved.
I don't trust the character application mods because they do only a fraction of the posting in that forum, and several times as much griping about how hard it is. I don't trust new members because they're not expected to do anything but what's been done a thousand times, and all think they're the best yet. I don't trust the staffers there because everything I say and do is reported back to the staff forum to evaluate the danger I pose. I don't trust the non-staff elite because they can do whatever they please while us "rabblerousers" can't cough without being asked why we did it and what we meant by it.
So who does that leave? It leaves me and what I'm writing in the setting with the people I referred because I've already verified that they're distinctive and decent individuals. I'll interact with other people IC, but at this point they've mostly become kind of an RP resource. They're not people to me because they have little to nothing to offer me as people. They offer me paranoia, double standards, and half have nothing to distinguish them as individuals beyond that typical internet drive to be the weirdest.
They say that people who like sausage and respect the law should never watch either being made. I think the same saying applies to the building of a community. The more you know about what and whom it's based on, the less worthy it really seems. Best to stay for a year and move on before the luster dims and you really start to see what's going on.
I think the answer is that I like the setting. Brian's told me that he has no interest in the OOC community there, and I'm starting to think he may be right to keep himself uninvolved.
I don't trust the character application mods because they do only a fraction of the posting in that forum, and several times as much griping about how hard it is. I don't trust new members because they're not expected to do anything but what's been done a thousand times, and all think they're the best yet. I don't trust the staffers there because everything I say and do is reported back to the staff forum to evaluate the danger I pose. I don't trust the non-staff elite because they can do whatever they please while us "rabblerousers" can't cough without being asked why we did it and what we meant by it.
So who does that leave? It leaves me and what I'm writing in the setting with the people I referred because I've already verified that they're distinctive and decent individuals. I'll interact with other people IC, but at this point they've mostly become kind of an RP resource. They're not people to me because they have little to nothing to offer me as people. They offer me paranoia, double standards, and half have nothing to distinguish them as individuals beyond that typical internet drive to be the weirdest.
They say that people who like sausage and respect the law should never watch either being made. I think the same saying applies to the building of a community. The more you know about what and whom it's based on, the less worthy it really seems. Best to stay for a year and move on before the luster dims and you really start to see what's going on.
The insider perspective
Apr. 22nd, 2008 01:57 pmSometimes I wonder why I stay on Hidden Realms.
I think the answer is that I like the setting. Brian's told me that he has no interest in the OOC community there, and I'm starting to think he may be right to keep himself uninvolved.
I don't trust the character application mods because they do only a fraction of the posting in that forum, and several times as much griping about how hard it is. I don't trust new members because they're not expected to do anything but what's been done a thousand times, and all think they're the best yet. I don't trust the staffers there because everything I say and do is reported back to the staff forum to evaluate the danger I pose. I don't trust the non-staff elite because they can do whatever they please while us "rabblerousers" can't cough without being asked why we did it and what we meant by it.
So who does that leave? It leaves me and what I'm writing in the setting with the people I referred because I've already verified that they're distinctive and decent individuals. I'll interact with other people IC, but at this point they've mostly become kind of an RP resource. They're not people to me because they have little to nothing to offer me as people. They offer me paranoia, double standards, and half have nothing to distinguish them as individuals beyond that typical internet drive to be the weirdest.
They say that people who like sausage and respect the law should never watch either being made. I think the same saying applies to the building of a community. The more you know about what and whom it's based on, the less worthy it really seems. Best to stay for a year and move on before the luster dims and you really start to see what's going on.
I think the answer is that I like the setting. Brian's told me that he has no interest in the OOC community there, and I'm starting to think he may be right to keep himself uninvolved.
I don't trust the character application mods because they do only a fraction of the posting in that forum, and several times as much griping about how hard it is. I don't trust new members because they're not expected to do anything but what's been done a thousand times, and all think they're the best yet. I don't trust the staffers there because everything I say and do is reported back to the staff forum to evaluate the danger I pose. I don't trust the non-staff elite because they can do whatever they please while us "rabblerousers" can't cough without being asked why we did it and what we meant by it.
So who does that leave? It leaves me and what I'm writing in the setting with the people I referred because I've already verified that they're distinctive and decent individuals. I'll interact with other people IC, but at this point they've mostly become kind of an RP resource. They're not people to me because they have little to nothing to offer me as people. They offer me paranoia, double standards, and half have nothing to distinguish them as individuals beyond that typical internet drive to be the weirdest.
They say that people who like sausage and respect the law should never watch either being made. I think the same saying applies to the building of a community. The more you know about what and whom it's based on, the less worthy it really seems. Best to stay for a year and move on before the luster dims and you really start to see what's going on.
(no subject)
May. 16th, 2005 04:39 pmWell. I was reprimanded for something interesting today. You know those picture holder things with the weighted base and a clip on a flexible wire? The clip holds the picture, and the base says something like "Butler Fall Ball 2004" on occasion?
My mother threw both of mine out, and told me never to bring drug paraphernalia home again. When I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, she told me she found two roach clips in my boxes from college. When she described those, I tried not to laugh at her, but I knew that laughing would only make it worse.
She told me that even though she knew I didn't know what they were (because God forbid they be for photos), if the military ever found out that shit was in this house, Mitch could be court-martialed. She said that she didn't tell Mitch what she'd found, she just threw them away. But if he'd known, he'd have been pissed and would have kicked me out of the house. (Which is just her trying to give us a common enemy to get me on her side.) Right.
"And it's not because we don't love you or anything like that, but we can't have these in our house. Don't ever bring drug paraphernalia home again."
"Wait, what? Where did that disclaimer come from?"
"Well, I don't want you to think that we don't love you or I'm just being mean about this, because I know that's how it must seem."
"Well, at the beginning I thought you were accusing me of smoking pot, but after that... that wasn't the conclusion I came to."
"No. I know that you aren't into all of that. [author note: Feel free to cast detect bullshit right about here.] But I was there in the 60's and 70's when all these came out, and that's what those are."
"Okay."
"Just don't bring drug shit home ever again."
Seriously. For fuck's sake.
( And some angst for the lovely readers. )
My mother threw both of mine out, and told me never to bring drug paraphernalia home again. When I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, she told me she found two roach clips in my boxes from college. When she described those, I tried not to laugh at her, but I knew that laughing would only make it worse.
She told me that even though she knew I didn't know what they were (because God forbid they be for photos), if the military ever found out that shit was in this house, Mitch could be court-martialed. She said that she didn't tell Mitch what she'd found, she just threw them away. But if he'd known, he'd have been pissed and would have kicked me out of the house. (Which is just her trying to give us a common enemy to get me on her side.) Right.
"And it's not because we don't love you or anything like that, but we can't have these in our house. Don't ever bring drug paraphernalia home again."
"Wait, what? Where did that disclaimer come from?"
"Well, I don't want you to think that we don't love you or I'm just being mean about this, because I know that's how it must seem."
"Well, at the beginning I thought you were accusing me of smoking pot, but after that... that wasn't the conclusion I came to."
"No. I know that you aren't into all of that. [author note: Feel free to cast detect bullshit right about here.] But I was there in the 60's and 70's when all these came out, and that's what those are."
"Okay."
"Just don't bring drug shit home ever again."
Seriously. For fuck's sake.
( And some angst for the lovely readers. )
(no subject)
May. 16th, 2005 04:39 pmWell. I was reprimanded for something interesting today. You know those picture holder things with the weighted base and a clip on a flexible wire? The clip holds the picture, and the base says something like "Butler Fall Ball 2004" on occasion?
My mother threw both of mine out, and told me never to bring drug paraphernalia home again. When I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, she told me she found two roach clips in my boxes from college. When she described those, I tried not to laugh at her, but I knew that laughing would only make it worse.
She told me that even though she knew I didn't know what they were (because God forbid they be for photos), if the military ever found out that shit was in this house, Mitch could be court-martialed. She said that she didn't tell Mitch what she'd found, she just threw them away. But if he'd known, he'd have been pissed and would have kicked me out of the house. (Which is just her trying to give us a common enemy to get me on her side.) Right.
"And it's not because we don't love you or anything like that, but we can't have these in our house. Don't ever bring drug paraphernalia home again."
"Wait, what? Where did that disclaimer come from?"
"Well, I don't want you to think that we don't love you or I'm just being mean about this, because I know that's how it must seem."
"Well, at the beginning I thought you were accusing me of smoking pot, but after that... that wasn't the conclusion I came to."
"No. I know that you aren't into all of that. [author note: Feel free to cast detect bullshit right about here.] But I was there in the 60's and 70's when all these came out, and that's what those are."
"Okay."
"Just don't bring drug shit home ever again."
Seriously. For fuck's sake.
( And some angst for the lovely readers. )
My mother threw both of mine out, and told me never to bring drug paraphernalia home again. When I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, she told me she found two roach clips in my boxes from college. When she described those, I tried not to laugh at her, but I knew that laughing would only make it worse.
She told me that even though she knew I didn't know what they were (because God forbid they be for photos), if the military ever found out that shit was in this house, Mitch could be court-martialed. She said that she didn't tell Mitch what she'd found, she just threw them away. But if he'd known, he'd have been pissed and would have kicked me out of the house. (Which is just her trying to give us a common enemy to get me on her side.) Right.
"And it's not because we don't love you or anything like that, but we can't have these in our house. Don't ever bring drug paraphernalia home again."
"Wait, what? Where did that disclaimer come from?"
"Well, I don't want you to think that we don't love you or I'm just being mean about this, because I know that's how it must seem."
"Well, at the beginning I thought you were accusing me of smoking pot, but after that... that wasn't the conclusion I came to."
"No. I know that you aren't into all of that. [author note: Feel free to cast detect bullshit right about here.] But I was there in the 60's and 70's when all these came out, and that's what those are."
"Okay."
"Just don't bring drug shit home ever again."
Seriously. For fuck's sake.
( And some angst for the lovely readers. )
