In the Pink

I started writing a really interesting post this morning, and then my computer crashed so despite the fact that I was working in Firefox -- Bloody, that comment was for YOU -- I lost the entire content of the post.

Grrrr.

It was something about how another year is passing, and how years took FOREVER to pass when I was a child, but now go by so fast that it's quite amazing that my head isn't just spinning, but rather permanently revolving, a la Linda Blair.

All I know is that the last year brought me what has to be the most healthy and fulfilling relationship I've ever had. Ever. I'll write more in honour of the actual anniversary, consider this a lead-in.

Someone left me a comment on one of my posts a week or two back, about how this blog is so very pink and happy. Well, call out the fucking national guard. You know what, go one better -- fucking sue me. So I'm happy. So the fuck what? It only took me 40 years -- please god by you.

And anyway -- I like pink.

😜

Pity me. I am Dying of a Foul Disease.

(Influenza. Coughcoughcough sneezesneezesneeze snifffffffffffff.)

Get well-wishes are welcome in the comments.

Here's a cool tune -- ironic by name, but fabulous in nature.

Of course, the Big Bad Cat prefers GUcXI2BIUOQ

With many thanks to the wonderful and super special Bloody, who brightened my morning, with this:

Am I being over-sensitive?

Or would you hate it if someone accused you of trying to claim that the Holocaust was the fault of the Jews?

Yeah, I thought so.

I did something ill-thought-out this week.

I took a post of mine, this one, and put it up on Fetlife in the Rants group. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I had forgotten that it had originally been written from a very personal point of view, as a result of something specific happening -- for an audience of people who come to my blog to read the nonsense that I specifically write.

The reaction was not what I expected it to be, which will just teach me to re-use a post, lazy pink tabby that I am. Most people reading it did not get it, and commented accordingly. Unlike those who read it here, the majority of whom *did* get it, having been witness to the events that precipitated the piece in the first place.

Now, please understand -- I am not a shy and retiring wallflower. I'm always happy to receive and accept criticism. I believe I can hold my own in discussion, I will acede to points that are correct, despite my fervently wishing that they weren't, and I will passionately defend points of view that I believe to be correct, or that are my own truth. I don't need people to fight my battles for me, and I'm not scared of dealing with things.

Not any more, anyhow.

There are also times when I will not engage with a person, when I feel that to do so will give their pathetic and ridiculous argument legs.

Such a thing happened to me today.

To this second-hand rant, I received a personal comment, sent to me by private messagewhich said that in my sentence "I'm a proud Jew, but karma's a bitch", I was in fact implying that all the blame of the holocaust lay at the feet of the Jewish people.

I was so upset, I immediately blocked the person who wrote to me -- and on Fetlife, that also means deleting the correspondence that has happened up until that moment. I therefore have no proof of what happened -- although god knows I don't need any.

Another of my less fine hours.

My meaning behind that particular sentence had been a play on the fact that karma was a concept of Hindu origin, and that I am a Jew.

I therefore ask the question -- where the fuck does the Holocaust come into it? It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Am I being too sensitive? How would you feel if that or a similar accusation were levelled at you?

The question is mildly hypothetical. What's done is done. The rant is still up and I'm not even trying to have it pulled, although I freely concede that re-posting the piece there as a rant was not my most intelligent decision.

I just needed to write about it.

Thanks for listening.

He sent me this, and I laughed so hard i spewed tea out of my nose. Which is funny to write about but less so to experience -- it falls into the category of bad pain, particularly when I am suffering from any number of unwanted and unpleasant viruses (or virii for those among you who give a Latin flying fuck) that have invaded my body, via the phone, from friends who have unintentionally infected me.

Ugh.

Anyway -- this is very funny. Enjoy.