Oh, Sodahead; my crazy, amusing, deranged, whimsical, naive, and utterly delusional Sodahead ~ how I adore thee.
You never fail to keep me entertained.
With the seemingly never ending barrage of certifiable lunatics, e-thugs, trolls, morons, hatriots, pompus know-it-alls, 'thumpers, attention whores, conspiracy theorists, jokesters, and a smattering of a few folks who are actually fun, this place is a regular laugh riot, pretty much 24/7.
From 'rabid virgin brides' to obsessed fan girls, every flavor of cuckoo is represented here; and whatever or whomever people choose to hate, from the POTUS to Rhianna, they can find an entire legion of like minded-haters to join in their perpetual circle jerk of malice.
(And they say 'angry sex' isn't a good thing.)
This post is dedicated to all my favorite whackadoos who keep me perpetually laughing and make my tedious work day go so much faster:
Thank you.
Thank you for investing so much time & energy into a total stranger whom you've never even seen, let alone met, and all because my opinions "make you so mad."
Thank you for making me such a 'notorious' presence on a website of this magnitude; without such irate and persistent haters as yourselves, I would have surely just faded into the background unnoticed by now.
Thank you for constantly assuring me of just how very important I am to you, via piggyback comments and personally dedicated hate threads, all for little old moi.
Thank you for going completely bat-shit when I decide that you are just not worth conversing with; that reassures me that I hold a truly special place in your hearts, that you would get so upset at being denied my obviously invaluable commentary.
Otherwise, you would surely just move on.
(For anybody out there who's a little too dense to get my drift, that means that I block anyone who annoys me. Anyone.)
Thank you for making me legend ~ wait for it ~ dary as an online persona, by attributing powers to me that I have never held; I don't work for the site, I'm not a moderator, and I don't have the ability to get anyone's comments deleted or their account deactivated.
But because of your constant rumor-mongering, many people THINK I do, and that's damn near just as good, if you ask me.
After all, for many people here, perception IS reality.
So again, for all that and more; I say thank you.
Thank you for all your attention ~ nay, your total obsession, and most of all for your vehement loathing of all things Melizmatic.
It just makes me feel all warm & fuzzy inside to know that I have affected your lives so deeply, and without even trying.
And while its true that none of you will ever mean as much to me as I obviously do to you, take consolation in the fact that I actually even deigned to notice your existence.
Please everyone, join me now in celebrating SH's most valuable commodity; the people who are so miserable, warped and lonely that a site like SH seems to have become just as important to them as real life.
And by all means feel free to offer a token of gratitude to your own haters; after all, everyone needs to know that they are appreciated.
No one pisses people off like you. I have my haters, but nothing like your's....I am sooooo Jealous....LOL...Maybe if I hone my killer instinct a bit, I'll get there.
Not likely as I can not think of anybody that I hate. I do dislike some of the things they do! There may have some that hate me, but that is not my problem.
Now, if I could only find a way to deal with the haters in real life. You know, the stealth ones that ambush you when you least expect it. It ain't 1881 and I don't live in Tombstone, AZ so I can't just shoot the b*astards. I miss the old days. *sigh*
"Common decency" being an oxymoron in that decency is becoming uncommon. Especially on the internet where there is some kind of unwritten license to offend, insult and attack in a manner unbecoming to ladies and gentlemen. I suppose that is because those who do this do so behind the safety of a computer keyboard. The subject hits close to home because it just happened to me via emails from someone I barely know in my line of work. I was appalled and am trying to process it. Can't seem to just "shake it off." Wasn't raised this way.
Respect out of fear or for self-serving reasons of gain - this is a theme touched upon in The Prince and the Pauper or more recently Trading Places - the "respect" being commensurate with one's stature. This past Thanksgiving we worked at a large Salvation Army community dinner for the homeless. My job was to walk around and simply talk to these people with a little respect, treat them, with dignity, not allude to their current plight and be sincere. The response was profoundly positive.
I've done this in nursing homes, greeting folks who have been "invisible," not used to a simple "good morning" or "good afternoon." And the ensuing dialogues were always meaningful, many of these elderly with amazing histories and some without - all equally important.
Then you have some "dick" as you aptly put it - in a suit on a Monday morning at the office who thinks he's Julius Caesar and is pissed off someone else's car is in his reserved parking spot. I wish I didn't care, but I do.
P.S. Did you see my response on another thread of yours - what do I do with my own haterz; I got some as well, sadly.
It's pretty interesting actually.....
And I dont blame you, one bit.
*lolz
Its funny how many of my good ebuds felt the same way when they first encountered me;
"You're kinda scary..."
;-)
You have that kind of effect on people, naturally...
I think my problem was I had a wrong mindset of you to begin with : )
I don't even know who you are, to care whether you care or not.
That you were able to reply at all is a sure indication that you are not who I was referring to.
*lolz
It's an innate talent.
Sorry I took a while to answer.
Real life should always take precedence.
You've always been a cool chica to me....
Rock on sister!
And remember: TGIF
*lolz
Funny thing; people tended to be much more polite and observant of common courtesy back when there was a real risk of getting into a gunfight...
I've done this in nursing homes, greeting folks who have been "invisible," not used to a simple "good morning" or "good afternoon." And the ensuing dialogues were always meaningful, many of these elderly with amazing histories and some without - all equally important.
Then you have some "dick" as you aptly put it - in a suit on a Monday morning at the office who thinks he's Julius Caesar and is pissed off someone else's car is in his reserved parking spot. I wish I didn't care, but I do.
And now I also want to rent 'Trading Places' again, aside from its positive moral; its utterly hilarious.