Flame On in Normal entries

Yay! I got my first prosebox troll and/or flamer! Just to make sure I know what I’m talking about here’s the urban dictionary definition, oh, wait, one of several;

A person who, on a message forum of some type, attacks and flames other members of the forum for any of a number of reasons such as rank, previous disagreements, sex, status, ect.
A troll usually flames threads without staying on topic, unlike a “Flamer” who flames a thread because he/she disagrees with the content of the thread.

Yes, it occurred to me that someone who likes me did that, ok, like is a strong word, someone did it for my benefit. The flaming troll thing has one entry from a year ago regarding the passing of David Bowie or, one might argue, regarding the disrespect his wiki page showed by posting Time of Death so soon after the occurrence.

It’s entirely possible I’m late to this party and this is a well traveled path, that everyone except me knows about her (I’m assuming she’s a she. I can’t give y’all a good reason for that assumption, I don’t even need a personal pronoun for purposes of this entry).

People I do know and who use their real names have sort of been suggesting that I might be out of my motherfucking mind, I’m not disagreeing with that observation, but, I’d be the wrong source to either confirm or deny. Just saying, in general, people out of their motherfucking mind tend not to know they are out of their motherfucking mind, it’s like the frog in the pot of water. General rule of thumb; someone who says they are crazy, aren’t.

Now I’m not calling myself crazy, see above, but I’m not denying the possibility. I think that’s why polite small talk is “Hi, how’re you doing?” and Not “Hey, you look like you’re out of your motherfucking mind.” There is no really good answer to either and at least one of them is rhetorical.

When I first started online journaling it was almost exclusively fiction or, at bare minimum, rife with hyperbole. Real life is like a low sodium diet; I thought it needed some spice.

The entry I was flamed on was, in my mind, kind of innocuous proportionately. Yes, it was a bit of a rant, a bit of a ‘Oh shit, I’m ignoring prosebox and my discipline to write daily. Ok, the discipline thing was either going to be a cake walk or a fuck-all. I’ve both done it before and not done it before and so fucking what, especially when it’s crap like the flamed entry.

I feel a little stupid defending myself in the notes, but, honestly, I like the dissonance. I also genuinely laughed out loud at the notion of fact checking throw-away entries. The fact I was least sure about was Michigan being part of the Louisiana Purchase. I was wrong, but the entire history, dating back before the purchase itself and well before the American revolution, does dovetail the fates of Michigan and Louisiana.

Most of my shit would be even drier if I was more didactic. Of all the goals I have to do less of something Didacticism and weight loss should be higher than they are. It’s possible she didn’t understand things like Lincoln was Hilary were not coming from me but from comments on this outrageous facebook feed ad for a free rebel flag (sic).

I could have written about my trip to Louisiana instead, but some of it is confidential and I might have missed out on the “… gentle and friendly … Thanks to the collapse of the class system people like yourself have been deluded into thinking their thoughts and opinions have value when they do not.” I honestly am not sure what exactly she means by that, but it makes me happy with it’s hostility. I know what the words mean and the context, I’m not sure what the author means. It’s sounds like “Any drooling low born idiot now has internet access and the poor sense to use it.”

Despite the conventional wisdom that America no longer has a middle class; I was born middle class, lived middle class, and am pretty sure at this point in my life I’m middle class. Not quite well off or influential enough to be bourgeois, but not broke enough to be poverty stricken. There are those that would argue the very core of American values abhors a class system, that ones station is based on capital or hard work or some other such nonsense. I could argue that in four part harmony and even a bit of research if I absolutely had to (e.g. gun to head or paid an amount you don’t say no too). I’m not sure it’s true, but that’s hardly the point, it’s nothing but a chicken, what’s truth got to do with it, we all have truths and they aren’t all the same.

The last time Americans got all up in the grill about class systems it was done with percentages, like “The other 99%” or, and I saw this recently “The other 98%” not sure if one percent got richer, if it was a typo, or if they were talking about something else altogether.

So, yes. This fulfills writing thing for the day. Flame on!