Dear Poor Lucky Me,
Sometimes I read on-line news and like to leave comments. Then I’ll check back to see what people thought about my comments. Occasionally, others don’t take the enlightened things i say well, and I get in these comments fights. If I’m not careful, it can take up my whole day! I know I probably should engage these weirdos, but honestly I am afraid that I’m actually the weirdo. Is it weird that I worry about this kind of thing?
Signed,
My Best Work Is On Gawker
Dear My Best Work,
Wow. I have always wondered who those people are. In fact, one of my favorite things to do is read comments-fights and wonder if the hormones in our cow meat have finally gotten us to a peak societal rage.
Hey do you ever goad people into fighting on craigslist.com? I think those are probably the best fights, because they’re so impressively pointless. They’re not even about ethics or politics, just fed up squabbling. It’s as awesome as it is totally depressing.
I bet that if it wasn’t so easy to get food this kind of stuff wouldn’t happen. I mean, stranger’s comments wouldn’t drive you to the edge if you weren’t so warm and safe and well fed. It’s like we have to create things to struggle for, because we don’t have to worry about the basics anymore. Personally, I start to go insane when I’m hungry. Just the other day I knocked down a little kid and ate her sandwich while I hunched in the street because it was 12:45 pm and I hadn’t had lunch. I could probably parlay that instinct into some sweet hunting skills.
Sincerely,
Poor Lucky Me
