My experience of communicating with people here on the web is generally a positive one. People like her and him, and him and her brighten up my day whenever they drop in to visit. I usually like getting feedback, or I would have shut off comments by now.
So, please keep in mind while reading this that I feel nothing but love for all of my readers who at least so far haven’t been outright nasty to me. (Thanks for that, and, hey, keep up the good work.)
Unfortunately, some of my visitors in the past couple of days have been a little creepy, or insane, or stupid, or any number of combinations of all three of these qualities melted together.
The word “zany” comes immediately to mind, and, believe me, I don’t see fit to pull that word out often. It is to be used sparingly like vanilla or super hot sauce. A little “zany” goes a long way. But, see, I’ve already used it twice here, so that should tell you something.
It is to those zany folks who have been posting here that I direct the following message:
If you have ever been referred to or could conceivably ever be referred to by one of these titles, I encourage you not to post here:
A.) The kooky neighbor who steals our garbage
B.) Charles Manson
C.) That guy who tries to sniff you
D.) The crackwhore who pees freely in the hall
Also, if any of the following apply specifically to you, please refrain from posting here:
A.) You use the word “masturbate” more than twice when replying to a post where I never used that word at all. Then, you suggest that I am a “token wife” even though you never met me or my husband. In concluding your unwarranted attack on my personal life, you inexplicably thank me for considering your opinions.
B.) You are pretty sure my words are jumping off your computer screen to attack you. (Ed. Note: They are not. Please believe me. Just go lie down.)
C.) You have a severed head on your lap, and you are bottle feeding it as you read.
Now, please understand, just because I don’t want you to post here, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get these things off your chest. You should. I encourage you…no, I urge you to paint the words on your body or scrawl them on the walls in crayon, or just write a long letter to your congressperson*.
Try not to hurt yourself or others today. Oh, and don’t run with scissors. If you find you must run with scissors, aim the sharp end downward. Thanks.
Have a good weekend everyone. Hugs.
*Politicians need a good scare now and then just to keep them honest.