Ennui d’ web…

At times I just want to drop off all the social media…except here, which is full of good, bright, polite people. Out There are a number who have extraordinary good will, but of those, certain ones echo everything that comes their way; and then—there are the ones who have simply checked their manners at the threshold and declined to dress or bathe…

I have run into several I keep intending to unfriend, in the theory that perhaps exposure to something a little different might broaden their outlook—if they live another century.

And then there are the ones who simply don’t give a damn about any other living thing on the planet, and you would think they would go off and become recluses, but nay! they have opinions and must voice them at every opportunity, because they are so undervalued by the world they must be fresh and useful for all social occasions.

There are a few traits I deem lie at the root of problems in the world. I put selfishness at the very head of the list. Oh, I do not mind a healthy self-interest, the person who sensibly takes care of himself *so he can possibly take care of others,* but those who operate with a fierce sort of selfishness and belligerence, as if they have been personally wronged by everyone who does not do as they would do, and who does not believe as they believe, and who evidently believe that they are economically threatened if they have to spend a penny to keep a less fortunate person clothed and fed…these are not my favorite sorts. Can we hear from the thousands of nice folk on the web? Nay. These fellows push to the front of every line, comment in every thread with certain buzzwords, and persistently intimidate the quieter voices, diverting topics aside to issues of spelling or exactitudes of dates or whatever—when they feel the argument is possibly going against them. Which is tiresome for everyone, I think. Like the Lord High Executioner, I am composing a little list…and I think as my friends allotment runs out on FB, I am about to create a bit more room…

Sigh. Back from a good time and relaxation and I run head on into webbish generated by internet grumps…that’s the stuff that ought to go in rubbish, but it’s not.