Thursday, 6 November 2003 - 6:01 PM GMT
Name:
a handsome omega
Home Page:
https://www.angelfire.com/blog/abehm
The necessity for being reasonable is awful sometimes. I was all set and looking forward to going back to private blogging, where I do not have to be social AT ALL, and if I want to call David Fiore a blithering arsewipe and say that one of my oldest friends in specific is a terribly annoying approval w-ho-re (defeating your comment threads built in bowdlerizers takes work, dear) and always has been, I can, by name, and not worry about it at all.
But then people hung my minimum acceptable number of comments on the public blog, so [p-i-ss moan bitch whine snivel] in accord with my own contract with my self, I have to keep doing it over there, which means, filtering, which means, yes, making that effort to BE REASONABLE and consider other people's points of view before I start raving like an anchorite on St. Swiven's Day.
It's profoundly counter intuitive. How many people routinely consider MY point of view before they decide what to do with their time and energy each day? Judging from the number of attractive women in my bed at this moment, precisely NONE (of them, anyway). Judging from how long it took for yesterday's blog page to get a minimum of four comments (and they're all from two people, so maybe that doesn't count? maybe I can go off and play with my private blog anyway?) very few OTHER people take my viewpoint into account, either. And if other people are going to be so goddam unreasonable as to consistently put their needs ahead of my whims, well, why should I put forth the monstrous effort required to be reasonable, ever, at all?
These are powerful arguments. But I won't LIKE me if I'm unreasonable much of the time. Damn me. Why do I have to be so unreasonable with myself?
