you’re no leif
My evening has drawn to a close. Some extensive IM conversations, an expedited dinner, and a chem lab writeup partially finished. Plus an email!
For record purposes, I now love Aqua Teen Hunger Force. That shall be attributed to Adam who initially introduced me to their super-powered-greatness. Thank you, Adam!
I received a rare email tonight. Not often do I get openly criticized by a member of this internet audience. It came from a one Albert Erickson, who relates his email address as ihateryanharne@hotmail.com. While perhaps this address could be alternatively fabricated through a hidden code generation, his comments are what strike me more.
“He” references to my last blog (April 26, 04) where I mention the improper combination of socks and sandals and also the continuing clamor in the hallway that distracted me for much of the evening.
His criticisms begin by saying I should restrain myself from commenting on the socks/sandals merger. After expressing this he claims my own standards (I assume he implies fashion standards here) are menial; “Therefore, please refrain from commenting as to how people should meet your standards (which, might I add, aren’t so high).” Certainly, I would hope that a viewing audience would recognize a certain level of jest in my comments and that I am not condemning the like who wear socks and sandals in tandem. Am I allowed no creative freedoms on the internet?
Next he states something rather unnecessary calling my complaints regarding the rowdy hallway behavoir feminine; “Your comments are indicative of something a female might say.” Perhaps, I might call your email address rather doubtful itself? That comment was really uncalled-for.
Before his rather polite closing, Albert retaliates against my anti-hallway disturbance comments by saying perhaps I prefer to solve my own issues with violence rather than enjoying life to its fullest; “What kind of friends do you think you’ll make if all you do is threaten them with violence? Or…perhaps that’s your goal.” These hallmates of mine are my friends. The example of last night was simply a random event that occurred in the middle of a blog so it was of immediate relevance to what I was writing. Had it happened minutes before my blog I would have nearly disregarded it, but due to its perfect, correlatable existence with my blog, it attained the forefront. Furthermore, if you wish to form friends yourself you are not well-advised to send dissonant emails in their direction.
There were more negative remarks but I’m nearing my time of wanting sleep. All in all, I’m surprised that such a lightly grumbling blog would produce a degenerate email. Oh well. I can’t be a winner all the time.
And actually, I was glad to get this email. It’s good to get mail from people who read my writings. Good or Bad; doesn’t matter, just pleasing to know people are reading. So Albert, thanks for the email. Gave me quite a vivacious blog!
Thus now I want to read while much of VT thugs out to Ludacris.
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