There is a guy I follow. This little bitch will remain nameless so my dissection of him (hopefully) remains untraceable. He's a local person who likes sports and keenly follows the Lynx. I like the Lynx and local sports, so I followed him. He skeeted the World Cup schedule, specifically that there are quadruple-headers from today/Sunday until Tuesday, then tripleheaders where two Matches go on simultaneously for the next three days after that. All I said -- all I said! -- was that this was a soccer orgy. A little later, the block Bluesky account told me that this snowflake blocked me.
For what?! I just wanted to confirm with him that he regarded it as a soccer orgy. What the fuck is the problem with that?!?! Does he not think my wit is refined? Does he hate the word "orgy?" What the fuck is wrong with him?!?!?! So I did the mature thing and blocked his ass in return. And then I worried about all the other Lynx/Minnesota sports accounts I follow on Bluesky and wonder if they would take his side over mine.
And then I had to stop myself and remember something all of us too often forget: This is social media. This is the fucking Internet. I don't know this guy. I like (well, liked) his stuff, but I don't know him. And even if I am butthurt, I have to remember that this guy doesn't know who the fuck I am and doesn't give two shits about me even if I did like and repost every skeet he made. So even though it hurts to seemingly be rejected by someone whose work I admire ... I'm getting bent out of shape over some motherfucker I don't know. Why am I so upset?
Maybe it's better to be ignorant. Maybe it's better to not know who blocks you on Bluesky. But once I realize this doesn't affect my life in any meaningful way, I'll get over it. But he's still a little bitch.
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