This is a followup to "Getting In Trouble Again".
I wasn't banned, and the "Super Moderator" didn't apologize - I was basically told to chill out.
I found that a bit offensive, because I wasn't...um...not chilled, whatever the hell that means. Still, it seems wiser to let it go. As I've gotten older, I've gotten less and less interested in conflict.
On the other hand, my temper still surprises me sometimes. Yesterday some idiot started beeping and gesturing at us from his car, and I was instantly in a state of berserk fury. I found myself snarling, and smacked my fist into the palm of my other hand with what was, to me, amazing speed. I don't normally do that - in fact I never do - and it wasn't a conscious decision.
Apparently I scared the guy, because he took off. At the moment, I half-hoped he'd stop his car and get out, because I was spoiling for a fight.
Damn good thing he didn't stop, though. I'd probably have broken my hand, and almost certainly would have been arrested.
Okay, no. I would probably have yelled a bit, and then backed down. But who knows? I still surprise myself, sometimes.
On a totally unrelated note, I just finished re-reading Leave It To Psmith by P.G. Wodehouse. I hadn't read it in twenty years, and was surprised at how good it was. It's remarkably funny, and there are no dull spots at all. I found myself laughing out loud frequently. Amazing!
I wasn't banned, and the "Super Moderator" didn't apologize - I was basically told to chill out.
I found that a bit offensive, because I wasn't...um...not chilled, whatever the hell that means. Still, it seems wiser to let it go. As I've gotten older, I've gotten less and less interested in conflict.
On the other hand, my temper still surprises me sometimes. Yesterday some idiot started beeping and gesturing at us from his car, and I was instantly in a state of berserk fury. I found myself snarling, and smacked my fist into the palm of my other hand with what was, to me, amazing speed. I don't normally do that - in fact I never do - and it wasn't a conscious decision.
Apparently I scared the guy, because he took off. At the moment, I half-hoped he'd stop his car and get out, because I was spoiling for a fight.
Damn good thing he didn't stop, though. I'd probably have broken my hand, and almost certainly would have been arrested.
Okay, no. I would probably have yelled a bit, and then backed down. But who knows? I still surprise myself, sometimes.
On a totally unrelated note, I just finished re-reading Leave It To Psmith by P.G. Wodehouse. I hadn't read it in twenty years, and was surprised at how good it was. It's remarkably funny, and there are no dull spots at all. I found myself laughing out loud frequently. Amazing!

