Hi, everyone. My name is…
Anyhow, there’s no such thing as posting on a message board without wanting at least a little bit of attention. I’ve often thought about posting a few dozen words with each one linked to a previous post that I thought was particularly funny or poignant or for some reason likely to draw favorable attention from strangers. Of course, there aren’t enough of those yet to form a grammatical sentence, but just you wait. Patiently, of course, there’s no reason to delay dinner or laundry or your plans for Christmas, but passive anticipation is definitely in order.
I’ve fought bitterly with, and exchanged compliments with, Liberal often enough to know that we’re both cursed with pig-headedness and both blessed with either forgiveness or forgetfulness, (and I don’t much care which, as long as it works). I’ve made fun of Liberal before when I thought he was too much smitten with his own board persona, and he had the good grace to let it pass. I don’t fight with him much anymore: his world-view is complete and idiosyncratically invulnerable, and there’s no point, when you run into a brick wall, to start hitting it back. Which is not to say that his point of view mightn’t sometimes provide the clearest picture, mind you – but mostly, I find, it isn’t for me.
If Frank thinks that Liberal, after tens of thousands of posts, is misbehaving a little in order to get his daily dose of attention, then that’s his opinion and there’s no arguing it (though I suspect that a lot more than the linked thread is prompting this, for good or ill). Everyone knows where the line is in his/her own mind, and therefore everyone knows who’s right and who’s wrong: we just all disagree.
I was once fairly popular and sometimes complimented on this board, and once in a while I miss that and think about re-introducing myself to the current membership. In fact, that’s the only reason I’m here now – to link to two old posts I don’t think got nearly enough attention at the time.
Sorry Frank: you’re probably right. But sometimes everybody wants more attention than they’re getting, sometimes (hypothetically) more than the celestial ref might think they deserve. Wanting attention is one of the reasons we’re all here – and I’m no longer sure there’s a wrong reason for it, any more than there’s such a thing as immoral hunger.