some people
.
seriously.
this is an email conversation i just had with a man i knew through my ex boyfriend, never liked, and haven't voluntarily spoken with in like 2 years. Not to mention that I have NEVER replied to his email except once when I asked him to stop sending me his 'thought provoking' discussion crap:
On Thu, 8 Sep 2005, rexx wrote:
> Guess what everybody???? M*** is turning 36!!
>
> When? - Saturday September 10 -- his actual birthday.
>
> Where? - As always - Dance Cave!
> http://www.toronto.com/map?mode=geo&id=149339&lat=436653&lon=-794094
>
> Who? - EVERYBODY - forward this to your friends.
>
> What to Bring? - Your friends and money.
>
> What time? - 10 pm til whenever.
>
> If somebody wants to gather for dinner before, please email us. Perhaps
> Korean food? Just a thought.
So my reply and his to mine are [and yeah haven't cared to be at the Dance Cave since I was UNDERAGE!]:
On Fri, 9 Sep 2005, rexx wrote:
> Sassinak wrote:
> >
> > please take me off this list... thank you
> >
> Don't worry. You're off *the list*.
>
> You won't be invited to anything ever again.
>
> And given the personal treatment you recieved at each e-mail I have just
> this to say :
>
> fucking moron.
I'm sorry did I at some point ASK you to email me? Did I imply we were friends? So I finished off with:
"for every finger pointing at me there are three pointing back at you
thank you for making this easier"
Never fear, I had thought of ALL sorts of nasty things to say but this one is so much more depth charged. How am *I* the moron here? I was polite, it's the second time I've asked him to cease and desist and still I am somehow a moron.
It's just baffling to me how I am somehow obligated to want your email even if I have never ever implied that I cared to receive it. How on earth is this my fault? It's like those people who get offended when you say with as much respect as possible:
"please stop forwarding me windows media movies [insert any weird windows file type here] as my operating system is unable to see them"
or
"thank you for sending me things you consider funny but I have been on the net for 13 or so years now and I have seen the hawaiian good luck penis about 100 times. Please don't send me any more forwards"
or
"please don't include me in your CC list when you forward emails as I try to keep my domain name pretty quiet to alleviate spam. BCC is fine but otherwise I choose whom I share my email address with."
And somehow, by some strange alchemy *I* am being insulting, inconsiderate and rejecting their friendship. And yet they haven't sent me actual communication in years, the act of forwarding me a useless email with about 17 pages of headers to scroll through before I get to the one line joke (or better yet they forwarded the headers but not the text) is somehow a way to keep a friendship alive and I have rejected it.
I don't get it. I call my friends. I email them. I answer their emails. We comment on each other's blogs. We don't forward each other 17 pages of headers to say 'i care'. We actually *communicate*.
And yet somehow I'm the bad friend.
*shaking head*
i just don't get some people.
[and yes, i did write this post yesterday :)]
.
wow. it's september 11th. i never know what to feel or do today. am i supposed to
sit at home and be sad?
go party in defiance of the evildoers?
find somewhere to lay flowers?
give money?
find a parade?
volunteer?
what?
yeah... how do you know what to do on a day that will be remembered for a long time and yet seems so long ago and yet so close. it's easy to know what to do on d-day NOW... but what about in 1948?
seriously.
this is an email conversation i just had with a man i knew through my ex boyfriend, never liked, and haven't voluntarily spoken with in like 2 years. Not to mention that I have NEVER replied to his email except once when I asked him to stop sending me his 'thought provoking' discussion crap:
On Thu, 8 Sep 2005, rexx wrote:
> Guess what everybody???? M*** is turning 36!!
>
> When? - Saturday September 10 -- his actual birthday.
>
> Where? - As always - Dance Cave!
> http://www.toronto.com/map?mode=geo&id=149339&lat=436653&lon=-794094
>
> Who? - EVERYBODY - forward this to your friends.
>
> What to Bring? - Your friends and money.
>
> What time? - 10 pm til whenever.
>
> If somebody wants to gather for dinner before, please email us. Perhaps
> Korean food? Just a thought.
So my reply and his to mine are [and yeah haven't cared to be at the Dance Cave since I was UNDERAGE!]:
On Fri, 9 Sep 2005, rexx wrote:
> Sassinak wrote:
> >
> > please take me off this list... thank you
> >
> Don't worry. You're off *the list*.
>
> You won't be invited to anything ever again.
>
> And given the personal treatment you recieved at each e-mail I have just
> this to say :
>
> fucking moron.
I'm sorry did I at some point ASK you to email me? Did I imply we were friends? So I finished off with:
"for every finger pointing at me there are three pointing back at you
thank you for making this easier"
Never fear, I had thought of ALL sorts of nasty things to say but this one is so much more depth charged. How am *I* the moron here? I was polite, it's the second time I've asked him to cease and desist and still I am somehow a moron.
It's just baffling to me how I am somehow obligated to want your email even if I have never ever implied that I cared to receive it. How on earth is this my fault? It's like those people who get offended when you say with as much respect as possible:
"please stop forwarding me windows media movies [insert any weird windows file type here] as my operating system is unable to see them"
or
"thank you for sending me things you consider funny but I have been on the net for 13 or so years now and I have seen the hawaiian good luck penis about 100 times. Please don't send me any more forwards"
or
"please don't include me in your CC list when you forward emails as I try to keep my domain name pretty quiet to alleviate spam. BCC is fine but otherwise I choose whom I share my email address with."
And somehow, by some strange alchemy *I* am being insulting, inconsiderate and rejecting their friendship. And yet they haven't sent me actual communication in years, the act of forwarding me a useless email with about 17 pages of headers to scroll through before I get to the one line joke (or better yet they forwarded the headers but not the text) is somehow a way to keep a friendship alive and I have rejected it.
I don't get it. I call my friends. I email them. I answer their emails. We comment on each other's blogs. We don't forward each other 17 pages of headers to say 'i care'. We actually *communicate*.
And yet somehow I'm the bad friend.
*shaking head*
i just don't get some people.
[and yes, i did write this post yesterday :)]
.
wow. it's september 11th. i never know what to feel or do today. am i supposed to
sit at home and be sad?
go party in defiance of the evildoers?
find somewhere to lay flowers?
give money?
find a parade?
volunteer?
what?
yeah... how do you know what to do on a day that will be remembered for a long time and yet seems so long ago and yet so close. it's easy to know what to do on d-day NOW... but what about in 1948?
posted by sassinak | 1:08 AM
15 Comments:
It's weird — yes, that's the correct way to spell it ;) — that you chose that topic for your blog last night.
Yesterday, I got an ICQ message from someone not on my list, someone who hasn't been on my list in years and years. It was an invitation to some chat room reunion.
This woman and I quit talking those years and years ago on rather acrimonious terms, and I have had nothing to do with the chat place for about the same time. And she knew all this, yet still included me in her invitation.
So I politely replied: "Please remove move from your icq." After a little while, she replied back with something snarky about how she just wanted to invite me to this thing and that fine, she would remove me. Then she messaged again, asking if I had seen the movie "The Grudge" and how I should just get over it.
I replied: "I've been over it for years; please just remove me."
She told me that I would be doubly removed ... and then proceeded to message me several more times, stating that I just could have ignored the whole thing, that I somehow felt compelled to respond to her (implying that I must still have some feelings for her), and then telling me to have a nice life.
Bleah. All she had to do was NOT send me an ICQ message and there would have been none of that bullshit.
Thank god I got out on the golf course and just relaxed for the rest of the day.
damn ... another mini-blog within your comments section LOL
johnny: i liked the dance cave... when i was NINETEEN! :)
um yeah, now i'm scarred with images of naked 60 year olds. I spent it doing tech support and we go maybe 20 calls all day... for the whole department.
dzer: see that's exactly what i'm talking about. you didn't do anything except politely ask to be left alone and somehow that's a horrid and grievous insult. Like seriously people we haven't spoken in years, why are we friend? why do you care?
ah well, sounds like she's the one with the leftover feelings.
sass: I think so too ... I'm just glad I didn't allow myself to get dragged into some conversation filled with histrionics and drama ... bleah
well dzer, at least you're a bigger man than she is. when i feel the urge to get all dramatic and histrionic i try really hard to take a breath and figure out what it is i will WISH i had done when looking back a month later....
And here's my thoughts on what to do on Sept. 11:
I don't think you should have to try to get into some somber mood, or to righteously reflect, or even do stuff to prove the terrorists didn't win. I mean, after all, how many of us take Veterans Day seriously? Or Memorial Day. We take Mother's Day with more seriousness than we do days to honor the people who fought and died for us — well, in the U.S. we do; not sure how the Canadians do it ;)
In fact, I wrote an editorial for the paper that suggested making Sept. 11 a day to remember, appreciate and thank emergency responders — police, firefighters, paramedics, national guard, etc. Non an official holiday, per say, just like a day to say thanks. A restaurant here, every Sept. 11 since the year after the attacks, gives free lunch to any and all cops, firemen and EMTs ... as a way to say thanks. I think that would be cool if more of us did the same.
aw dude what a great idea. i think that's some awesome respect showing while at the same time not trying to make it about more that it really is.
yeah i like that a lot. i love anyone who works as a cop/emt/fire fighter because damn... those people take bullets for you, run into burning buildings for you, care for you when you're incapacitated.
yeah i tear up a little when i hear fire trucks and wish them godspeed every time in my heart.
dude ... turn on yer icq LOL
it's on it's on
what?
:)
Well, *I* have never seen the Hawai'in good luck penis.
Hint hint.
*lmao* i haven't actually seen it in years... but i'll never forget it because i got it daily for a couple of years
:)
besides, you've seen a real penis... least i think so... not sure i remember what they look like though so maybe you're in that boat too...
generaly when somebody places me on their emailing list for crap i'm not interested in, i flag their account as junk or worse i block them. my inbox is saved and the problem is solved.
many people become offended at the drop of a hat. have fun with it...
yeah that's true, but he actually wasn't worth the effort to flag. still and all you're right, that would have been less socially traumatic for rexx :)
i love offending stupid people... but some people aren't worth getting in a pissing match with...
because they're too stupid to be any fun.
tr00 dat.
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