It did not occur to me if she was real or not. I couldn’t get through her thread. It read like an Occupational Therapy Inservice.
I once dreamed I was eating a giant marshmallow. When I woke up, my pillow was gone.
Nobody that doesn’t care what other people think on the internet actually posts to a forum. It’s as much use to them as typing in a Word document and deleting it. There’s a category of people for whom the only intention is to produce negative emotions in other people, to which they expend great effort and then claim that the ones with at least a minimal investment in the happiness of others (whether seen or not) are the abnormal ones.
It’s not really relevant to the thread, considering the scepticism is warranted and people should be cautious about an emotional reaction over the internet without tangible evidence (such as an obituary). Doesn’t mean the majority of people behind the keyboard aren’t real though.
Hell, I hope everybody is real behind the keyboard. I’m not quite ready for all that naked govenator of California Sky Net shit.
So. This whole thing has gone seriously WAY into the realm of the absurd.
By the way, I got some of them Jewel frozen egg-rolls - you cook 'em in the oven for half an hour - they are darned tasty!!! And for ten for ten bucks??? That’s a DEAL, dude!
On another note, REALLY GUYS?? I’ve known some of you since 1999 - perspective - how many of these moronic trolls have we suffered since back in the day? This latest one? Why put so much emotional energy into the outrage - I got duped too in the I’m dead thread - but if I don’t GIVE A RAT’S ASS then they didn’t WIN! 
So chill - really - look at it this way. The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference - so since we all know the troll is probably still reading (you can read even if you can’t post) and sucking up all this attention - um - STOP IT! Know what I mean? ]**Even though the troll be gone, you don’t need to feed their inner-attention whore with continued commentary!! ** Am I making sense to ANYONE?
Sorry. It’s kind of a Missy-homespun-kinda-trying-to-give-advice-that-noone-will-listen-to-anyway kind of a thing.
So. The Jewel brand frozen egg-rolls were really good! Try em! 
Ten for ten bucks - its a really good deal!
Thanks. If you had something rotten to say, sure then I’d have no reason to care but it’s a compliment man! Much appreciated. 
Are you completely unfamiliar with the concept of lols?
People are still posting to this thread because they are enjoying it. It’s the best wank we have had in ages. Who cares if it feeds the troll? She’s gone.
If you don’t enjoy this kind of thing, then don’t partake. But the rest of us have a full tub of Vaseline a whole box of Kleenex and we can make it to 20 pages, baby.
Munchausen’s Syndrome.
Anyone else try to parse this?
Seems pretty clear to me. People only post to public forums because at some level they think what they have is worth sharing and they want other people to respond to it.
I’ve not chimed in so far in any of the umkay, Notokay etc threads, but they’ve all been thoroughly entertaining, this one included. Have to say I’ve noticed a suspiciously unusual uptick in brand-new posters signing up to relate massive tales of woe. Slaughtered families, down-spiraling relationships. I guess this must be summer break over in the West. I’m curious if the IPs of many of these posters might be from the same general geographic area, as I suspect umkay, like a bad bowl of chili, may still be with us.
I thought Munchausen’s involved needing to be medically treated, like compulsively reporting “abdominal pain” in order to get operated on, or taking poison to mimic the symptoms of some disease. People with Munchhausen’s want to be patients. A crazy desire to be disabled is still crazy, but it seems like different crazy. Disabled isn’t sick.
I think I may LOVE you! I BOW to you, baby! 
I don’t know who, but a poster in one of these many threads called it “Munchausen’s by Proxy Server.”
Holy shit that was funny!
Agreed. I am not pro-troll, but damn it’s funny!
It’s like playing with my dog:
I have a tennis ball. He wants to chase it. So I wave it around, pull my arm back and pretend I’m gonna throw it but don’t… wave it around some more. And he loves it! He jumps around getting more and more excited, going “throw the ball! Throw the ball! THROW THE BAAAALLLLLL!!!”
Then I throw the ball, except not really. I hide it behind my back.
He runs a few steps in the direction of the throw, then stops with an expression of betrayal/confusion/hurt on his face. Yeah, it’s kinda mean to laugh at him, but that’s some funny shit!
Here’s the thing though: I’m pointing and laughing at him, but there’s NO malice involved. He’s dumb as a box of hammers, but I love the little bastard.
So here comes umkay, waves a tennis ball around for a few days, and we puppies love it! Then notokay “throws” the ball, and the fun starts!
The difference is that my dog has a sense of humor. He soon realizes that I still have the tennis ball and immediately the hurt is gone, he has his doggie smile back, and he’s jumping up and down going “you asshole, throw the ball!!! THROW THE GODDAMN BALL!!!”
Here, notokay “throws” the ball, and people run after it for a few steps… then there’s confusion, extreme butt-hurt, denial, claims of “I wasn’t fooled for a second!”, outrage, disbelief, etc. etc. etc.
THAT’S some funny shit right there!
To make it even funnier, it’ll happen again! Next week, next month, maybe as far away as next year. And I’m just as likely to be caught up in it as any of you fools.
So, I’m NOT pro-troll, but goddamn it can be funny as hell.
It’s part of it. Munchausen’s is basically faking illness or injury in order to gain sympathy, or attention. Often people will make themselves sick, or hurt in order to do so. If faking a disability achieves that, I would imagine they would do so.
(Munchausen by Proxy is doing so to another person – mainly children. They usually end up making said child sick.)
And I now believe the reason I was snookered is two-fold:
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I have met lots of Dopers, it’s big in N.E. Ohio (had a few Dopefests at my own house) some have graduated to dear friends. I trust Dopers.
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Do to my own medical issues (MS, soon to get a wheelchair myself) I was mentally off my guard.
Oh well.
Maybe I’ll start a thread,
Ask The Real Guy Soon To Be In A Real Wheelchair, (With Proof)
Actually, I’m pretty sure it involves tying your horse to a church steeple, riding a cannonball and travelling to the moon.
I think it would be hysterical if she tried it on the Giraffe Boards next. She might not know there’s a certain amount of overlap between them and us[1], and oh, the fun that could be had.
[1] Except she’d know now, d’oh!
If you aren’t rich and pretty, we don’t want any.
I’m well-off (the bills are paid) and not bad looking, does that count?
Besides, what do you know about wheelchairs anyway? Sheesh.