I haven't done anything of the bloggish sort since the advent of Xanga (well, the advent for my high school) about six or seven years ago, so this is probably gonna be a bit disjointed until I figure out where exactly I want to go with this. I'll probably come off as a crotchety old man at first, but just bear with me and you'll see where exactly I'm going with it all. And if you don't, I'm sure there are plenty of blogs and websites out there that cater to whatever nonsense for which you're looking. Anyway, on with my random musings:
Ok, so the first thing about which I wish to complain: quiet objectors (as I like to call them). You know the kind of people about which I'm talking. They hear (or on rare occasions, see) something with which they don't agree, and mutter something that's way too quiet for offender to hear, but just loud enough that it distracts everyone nearby. Of course, because they don't say it loud enough or give enough warning that they're going to object, you only catch the last couple of words and are left to form your own opinion about their opinion. While that's happening, you then realize that you've missed a few seconds of what the original speaker/doer was saying/doing, and you have to waste a few more seconds trying to figure out how they got to the point at which they were when you started paying attention again.
So in the end, you not only get distracted by a mumbler who got offended (but not quite offended enough to speak up a little more), but you miss what was going on in the first place. Normally I couldn't care less about whether or not someone approves or disapproves of something that doesn't really affect me, but considering these quiet objectors usually catch me off guard and distract me thanks to my habit of actually listening to what is said by people around me, it's something by which I feel justified being bothered.
There it is, my first blog post thing. If you enjoyed it, great. If not, I'm glad I was able to waste a few minutes of your time.
Adam ^.^v
Ok, so the first thing about which I wish to complain: quiet objectors (as I like to call them). You know the kind of people about which I'm talking. They hear (or on rare occasions, see) something with which they don't agree, and mutter something that's way too quiet for offender to hear, but just loud enough that it distracts everyone nearby. Of course, because they don't say it loud enough or give enough warning that they're going to object, you only catch the last couple of words and are left to form your own opinion about their opinion. While that's happening, you then realize that you've missed a few seconds of what the original speaker/doer was saying/doing, and you have to waste a few more seconds trying to figure out how they got to the point at which they were when you started paying attention again.
So in the end, you not only get distracted by a mumbler who got offended (but not quite offended enough to speak up a little more), but you miss what was going on in the first place. Normally I couldn't care less about whether or not someone approves or disapproves of something that doesn't really affect me, but considering these quiet objectors usually catch me off guard and distract me thanks to my habit of actually listening to what is said by people around me, it's something by which I feel justified being bothered.
There it is, my first blog post thing. If you enjoyed it, great. If not, I'm glad I was able to waste a few minutes of your time.
Adam ^.^v
