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“do you mean to say that you DO understand the need for moderators, or do you mean to say that you would rather not get into trouble for what ever it is you do believe?”
I understand the need for moderators. & I don’t. It’s this direct contradiction that I can’t seem to unify. Others, well—you know, but this one is a doozy.
I wish we didn’t need mods & if more people felt the way I did and for similar reasons, then we wouldn’t need them. They’d be the “trolls” (not calling any current mods trolls here, but if U can see me over here [waves], and look me in the I, then you’d get it. U’d understand—U & I would understand {U & I}. Look carefully.).
We could moderate together as a community. As a U-knit. As a {U & I knit} of sense, sensibility, and sensuousness (and perhaps with a whole host of hissing apple-polished S’s: sincerity, seriousness, solipsistic, and so on…).
That is why I like the discussions currently going on about the new mod system.
Lurid, I already PMed you about not desiring to engage in further conflict in general & how this might best be initiated between U & I in particular by not having one and other try to {ASS} + {U & ME}--what the Other I--may or may not understand. So in this spirit I answer your little set of assumptions.
I started that thread so I could help the community in some way because I care about this place and see you as people & not as mere Word.doc.. And I was and still am v. not so rich, & soon to be eating from the food bank. So I couldn't give money but only time. (which, on the West paradigm are equivalent: "time is money" & i live in golden age times.). But never mind about my problems, because I was talking about how I wanted to help with this places. I wanted to give to the community that I take from. I wanted to relate to the community of people I relate to from a position that seeks to aid and assist them.
And then I wanted assistance from this community & no-one gave a shit. Not One. Not One Other not I gave a shit. Apathy is a poison like arsenic, eh?
So, I said Swing my Apocalypse, and then I held on tight for the ride. And then it happened.
And here we are, and here I am. No not there, but over here.
I’m over here.
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