I sit here still confined to my Blog. I can't defend a position or thought without creating a new article.
When two people with a conflict are both confined to their respective blogs, Bakerstreet politely referenced two monkeys in separate cages flinging poo. That is true of most flame wars.
My first reaction, after letting things go for a few days, was disgust when I read how the other monkey flung his poo. I must defend my position, my feelings, nay myself. The urge is so strong. But no! I won't.
How can I prove I really don't care? Don't respond.
The very fact I comment on my own dilemma only makes me look like I am whining. (you need not make comment, I get it)
What possesses me to want to continue this charade? I am a complex person, but I don't really care. I am a smart ass and satire is my sword.
Now, it’s not that I am trolling, looking, lurking for someone to beat up. I am no bully. I do get bored though and that is when my inner smart ass is just itching to get out. (aren't they all like that)
I am no master wordsmith but I can string together a decent parody. (Must have been why my sister never wanted to sing around me - Look out Weird Al) This is the root of my problem. I am a smart ass with parody tendencies.
Go ahead and mock me. I sit here with a parody of my own, about me.
There once was a big ole smart ass
His agenda was rude and his thoughts were so crass
One day he got bored
And tempted a boy
Now they fling poo forth and back.
This is what I do when I am bored. I have parodied others and just never hit the submit. I compose horrible emails to people and then hit the 'x'. I do it because it makes me feel better. When I lower you with out your knowledge I am usually satisfied, however, the urge to hit submit or send is always there. I have done it a few times. I generally only do it when it provides some gain for me.
I am confined. I am a commenter more than I am a blogger. I like to interact. Being confined doesn't allow me to do something that I have come to like.
My parodies were nothing more than my desire to interact. Boredom sucks.