And thus, I've cut the last of the ties with Scribble.nu. ::sigh::
Jen: Yes, I read your journal. I read a few, actually. And thanks for the compliments. I'm glad you like the layout. You'rs is nice and neat, I might add. And the icons are working just fine. ^^
Now then, I'm not at srb (I'm an old goober and I didn't think I should interfere and things like that) but I have been reading what's been happening and... well... ::plops down two cents and takes a deep breath::
Problems always, and I mean always start when people forget how to accept/tolerate one another. Unfortunately, it's probably so deeply ingrained in human nature that even if we genetically mixed all the races up, there'd be new divisions (short versus tall people).
I spoke with Kit yesterday, and I can sympathize and quite readily empathize with her feelings. My brother as well, who wanted to deliver a message to Kit: "Pheh, I forgot what having fun is, but it doesn't matter to me."
Kit and David share a similar way of thinking... I'd like for them to try chatting to each other once in awhile... or perhaps email...
But that's a tangent. Getting back to the main point... What a person likes, what a person does for fun, what makes a person unique should not be judged (and if wishes were fishes, the seas would be empty).
Last time I checked, everyone liked Kit because of who she is. Yes, I know as well as anyone that Kit can be a bit... picky/obsessive/perfectionist. Most times I know this is who she is as a person and I accept this. On the rare occasions when it feels to me that perhaps some easing off is in order, I just talk to her. And you know something? Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. On the times it doesn't, then we silently/mutually agree to disagree and leave it at that. Why? Because we accept that aspect of the other person. Simple (whoa, what a concept).
If Kit wants to jump naked in a vat of lukewarm lemonade for kicks, who am I to say that's not how she should be having fun? If she can give me reason why it is fun, I might get my own vat and a rubber duckie and jump in too.
Nobody likes hearing that their personal choices are wrong. That's indirectly saying that being who they are is wrong as well. Show me a person who wants to hear their existance is wrong, and I'll show you an emotional masochist who's pleasure is self-fulfilling.
Isn't the whole point to this time in your lives learning what it means to be yourself?
::exhales, slaps two more cents down, and takes another deep breath::
I'm only going to say this once, and anyone I piss off can stick their lips on things unknown and suck really freakin' hard.
There were NO fuckin' spoilers to the movie.
What Kit gave was a short paleobiology lesson documenting the inaccurate portrayal of dinosaurs in the movie. And I'm glad someone can see where they messed up. I just know some idiot is going to rattle off 'facts' about dinosaurs to some poor, unsuspecting, unknowing shmuck who won't think to question where the idiot got their information from in the first place.
The gist of this entire screwed up scenario sounds that because Kit imparted some information, she got branded. So she can't have an opinion of her own; all people her age should just follow the stupid herd. This will, of course, reinforce the stereotype boomers have that all teenagers are probably dumb lumps who need to be told how to think/act/feel because they don't know.
...good job.
I'm going, now. Kit, take all the days you need to get yourself back together. You know what you need for yourself better than anyone.
I think I hear the Book of Genism calling...
