Number Nine Number Nine Number Nine
Personality tests are rampant on the Internets. Which Star Wars character are you? Which Harry Potter character are you most like? Blah, blah, blah. I think everyone should take this test. It’s True False test and I scored a 9 out of 24. It says I’m borderline. I try to behave myself and comport as a civilized person, but it seems that sometimes people around me make that difficult. So I don’t find it hard to believe that I could be borderline. I also know that I’m not particularly clever. I used to think I was, but I discovered all I did was piss people off.
Is it my place to point out when others are behaving badly? Probably not. Further confirmation that perhaps my score is deserved. What do you do when someone writes “Everybody hates you, fuck off.” and it is not directed at you but at a close friend? I don’t know, yet I’m still deciding the best, most responsible course of action.
I hope the person who wrote it will realize that it could come back to haunt them and take action to rectify this grievous offense. The sin here isn’t just the offense. A gifted writer should never abuse their talents for petty insults. Words do have power. And a good writer knows what words can cut the deepest. A good writer also knows what words can heal, but they must be sincere.
The convergence of fuckheadishness continues. 2007 will be a banner year.
I’ve thought some more about what I wrote in the above post. The thing that bothers me the most about what the one person said to the other was that they are both friends, good friends. I should have stated that at the outset and this is why it bothers me so much.
There are better ways of telling someone to go away. Directness can be good but politeness doesn’t mean being obsequious. It doesn’t mean being nice either. Still, there’s no good way of asking someone to go away.