I love the word ‘fuckwit’ – it just sounds nice coming out of my mouth. It’s also British and I am down with the sensibilities of that culture (probably why I love Eddie Izzard so much!).
Anyway, people are well and truly fuckwits. Not all, mind. Some.
Here’s a thing you might not know about me: I have little rules in my head for the way things *should* go. For example, you don’t come into someone’s meeting or whatever and try to take over. It’s rude. (And you all know how I feel about rudeness!)
And despite the rules being in my head, I feel like everyone needs to abide by them. (Yes, I see the obvious problem here. I’ve decided to ignore it.)
When people don’t, it sets me off something fierce.
I recognize that it’s my own issue and try not to go off on them and also try not to exacerbate it within myself because I really can get all hepped up about things and blow them out of proportion.
You probably have no idea what I’m blathering about here, do you? Neither do I.
What I do know is that it’s rude to barge into someone else’s online group and a) take over, b) without introducing yourself, spam the group with all your business offers and whatnot and c) ignore the posted rules.
See? Petty bullshit. In the scheme of things, it means nothing. And yet, I get myself all wrapped around a pole.
OOH! I’m learning how to play the piano intro to Clocks (by Coldplay).
Sekritboyfriend sings that in his show and I was reminded how much I love that part.
Off to Youtube I went to find tutorials on it.
I spent an hour today plunking away at my fancy (and entirely too big for me) keyboard, desperately trying to get the hang of it.
So far, I can do it very slowly. (Just the intro 3 sections and not the left hand, just the right.)
But it gives me something to focus upon besides Facebook fuckwits, right?