This comparing lives bullshit.

Lately, I've noticed, when I argue, or just plain pissing match with someone for any length of time, I inevitably have to suffer hearing some dick's description of their fucking life.

Their fucking job, their fucking wife, the cabbages they've spawned, and if they're particularly fiesty, I gotta eyeroll my way through a paragraph of the stupid toys they've bought themselves.

Why am I supposed to care?

If you were my friend, I'd care how your life was going, but the ones who pull this usually aren't.

Oh, I know why I'm supposed to care, but why am I supposed to care?

You know?

And once caring, which I don't, what am I supposed to feel?

Positive? Negative?

Internalized positive/negative, externalized positive/negative?

What's the effect this is supposed to elicit?

It's flying over my head.

Well, mostly.
Again, I think I get the effect it's probably going for, but I'm not biting.
Rolls off my back.
What's flying over my head is how the dots connect from the one thing to the other.

The two things of course, being your life, and me supposing to fucking care in the way you seem to want me to.

Walk me through it.

I'm a logic buff.

Is your AV from Fright Night?

Si.

You mean like we have to listen to you whine about your life? Or are you talking about real life situations?

When was the last time?

If it's such a regular occurence, surely you can point out several fairly recent cases.

Mostly just here.
Real people I can flip off and walk away from.

Or better still, strike.

I'm struggling to care. Don't the thread/post/chat log if you don't like it.

How about 6 hours ago in the 'social groups' thread? How about this very thread? And why should other people stop talking about their lives just because you've decided you don't want to listen anymore? You can be a uncaring prick all you want to, really, just don't bother us with it.

That you don't care is of no concern.
That it gets to you sufficiently to start a thread, is all some of us need to know.

Excuse me now while I return to saving lives as a result of my important, potentially lucrative job which gets the ladies all moist in the gussetary region.

Just blandly stating facts.


Gotta stop projecting tones of voice onto my text.

Seeking understanding is whining?

I'm not talking about someone's sharing photo's and I stumble in.

I'm talking about, I'm fighting over some political thing, and then they whip out "Oh yeah, well, I have a job!! Nyahhh!! And look at my truck!".

Tsst, so??

And they act like they "won", with this shit, and then the original discussion is lost forever.

I didn't make you click the thread.

And what happened to that oath of avoiding the Red Room for all of the rest of human history?

"Get to me"?

I just don't get it is all.

Explain it.

Alright.

Reading what's there is not projection.

Well that wasn't clear from your original post. Yeah that's annoying, it derails threads. But then, that's nothing new. Some people can't be arsed to make their own threads.

Case of mistaken whining, really. Now that I know what you complain about, I happen to agree.

It's an oath on the internet. Made in the Red Room, no less - it's meaningless.

informations information - carings all in the eye of the beholder

if i give out info i couldn't give a flying fuck if someone cares or not, its to get something off my chest, and to something a bit more reponsive than a, albeit as thick is the case of tasvir and johnm, brick wall.

I'm buying a new camera for Christmas.

So anyways I'm going to my alma mater this weekend for a football game, gotta take care of some business on the way though. I should be able to handle it in my 2006 Toyota Tundra. Hope I remember my cell phone.

I have a better life than most.

Some people are just unable to value their own existence without making comparisons to others. It's just fearful, superficial insecurity. Nothing to get worked up about.

You are stupid.

edit: fuck it, apparently they enjoy this bullshit.

You are unfit to judge.

If we didn't give out info on our jobs, our significant others, the spawn of our loins, and our toys, then Tamar would have nothing left to archive, so what would she do for fun?!?

What makes you think I don't you idiotic jackass?

What? It's annoying. Don't you two get sick of saying the same crap to each other every day?