Hell Hath Nothing On My Fury....July 28, 1999

Hell Hath Nothing On My Fury....July 28, 1999

Anyone who knows me personally will attest to the fact that I am rarely an intentionally cruel person. It just is not in me to purposely hurt someone's feelings. Having been on the receiving end so many times, I cannot justify inflicting that on others. Also, there is so much negative energy in the world, I cannot condone putting more out into it. Indeed, whatever negative energy one puts out always comes back at least three-fold.

However, be that as it may, sometimes, on very rare occasions, sardonic wit is called for. Sometimes people just need to come down a peg or two so that the stones they throw merely sting instead of lascerate. If their feelings get hurt in the process, well, they asked for it. Another thing that most in my personal life do not know is that I am a master of sardonic wit; having spent a great deal of my formative time observing as opposed to reacting has taught me a skill or two. I keep it under a tight leash, however. I have witnessed it's negative consequences, and have developed a long fuse. Nevertheless, there comes a time when I open up that pandora's box, exclusively when I am licking my own lascerations. Such was my return to Diary-L.

Let me refresh your memory. Feel free to read of my prior experiences with Diary-L here, if necessary. Recall that I was subjected to a great mant stones, particularly from some person named Gabby. Well, Gabby was at it again last night. I ended up with almost two hundred flame-war email in my inbox as a result of her venomous tongue. This time, it was another innocent, but I was alarmingly pissed with the amount of mail this generated. Since my wounds were still scabbing over, I decided it was time to unleash the beast within. It came in the form of my reply to a post from Nancy (who, as an aside, is a great writer, and I will be linking to her journal):

I'm going to ask this question and then run back under the rock with my popcorn:
does Gabby keep a journal? I've looked in the diary registry -- but no gabby, no hon.
I'll bet her/his journal is *spicy* ...
----Nancy
Enter Sardonic Wit:
I was wondering this myself, Nancy, not that one really *has* to keep an online journal or diary to be on diary-l, I am discovering. Since this is not a good day, I am putting down my mantra for want of some catharsis.
Gabby is one of those self-proclaimed "old-timers", s/he probably had a journal at one time or another, but because there is such high entertainment value in Gabby's low senility factor, s/he is kept on. Given the attitudes of some other "old-timers", it does not surprise me in the least that Gabby is not euthanised from Diary-L. Ignorance is bliss, after all. For the rest of us, we just nod, grin and bear it, much like one would his or her own great-grandparent who, lacking adequate mental faculties in combination with redundancy-angst, merely serves to symbolize what to strive to avoid in the future.
Metaphorically speaking yet again, picture a circus side-show; Gabby is Diary-L's "bearded lady" or "half-man, half-ape". Indeed, her/his overbearing, alienating, pejorative, cro-magnon, no one loves me,quasi-schizophrenic, cum-Sybill remarks certainly lead one to believe s/he is in need of more adequate hormone therapy, chased with a haldol/lithium cocktail. A high-quality dildo or blow-up doll wouldn't hurt either.
But hark, a little owl whispers:
http://fellaheen.net
To think that I spent all this time writing when there, before me, was precis penned by the God/dess of Gab herself:
washed.up.usless.husk.jeez.I.suck.I.am.old.
Thank you for having a journal that merely corroborates my suspicions. It puts things in much clearer light. This is to say, if one could even consider that spartan, cure-any-insomniac-forever site a journal. You ought to have a disclaimer that reads: "High doses of caffeine are a prerequisite for entering this site".
It is okay, Gabby, you still have a couple advocates in the right places that share your afflictions. The rest of us know where the "nursing home"/bigtop exit is (aka DELETE/UNSUBSCRIBE). At first I chose unsubscribe, but then I realized I may need more abreaction in the future. It is very theraputic in *small* doses. Further, I wouldn't want to miss the writings and opinions of those I actually admire.

Not bad, if I do say so myself. Then, the following post (my reply in bold, of course):

>By way of confession, I did go to the link posted last night re: Gabby's journal. I quite liked the writing, actually. I think I was prepared not to. Or wanted not to, is probably more the case - but ...
----Catherine Jamieson
Ditto to all the above. I enjoyed Gabby's writing very much...poetic, self reflective, interesting. If there were more, I would probably have read it too. What a waste. At least I took some *time* to read before I made my uncharacteristically cruel remarks. Anyone who took the time to *read* my site before slashing it would know that I do not practice wicca...I only have an interest in it.

Then, of course, came the usual round of followup mudslinging, re-mudslinging, and re-re-mudslinging. It is a good thing I had a good sleep last night. My words are in bold, yet again:

Wow, wasn't this the same person who called certain people on DIARY-L "bullies" not too long ago because they made fun of his journal? Yikes...
----Claudia
Yes, he is one in the same. Apparently, Claudia, you missed the Diary-L in-service on hypocracy last evening. Pity. It was chaired by Gabby, Jim, and Joy. Luckily, there were others around to act as stimulants, or I fear I may have fallen asleep in class. I took some notes, though, if you want copies. That shouldn't be necessary, however, as they provide daily lessons.
I read the whole thing and I have only on thing to say...
You're still a freak.
----Mary Ann
Thanks for stopping by. Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.

So there you have it. Another day with Diary-L. I am still struggling with whether or not to be proud of myself. Perhaps in time, when I am reaping the negative consequences of sinking to their level, I will have regrets. But for now, and at the risk of fucking up my Karma even more, I feel a whole helluva lot better.

....Blessed Be