Get out your folding lawn chair, thermos, and picket sign everyone! Oh yeah, that’s right… it’s boycotting time! It’s nice to see that I’m not the only one noticing how out of hand things are getting on this thing. I’ve tried and tried to suppress that alter ego of mine from spouting off about things, but I just can’t hold him back anymore. I was going to write something sarcastic about the way things have blown up on this thing anyways because of the fact that I crossed a half a million hits tonight at 7 p.m. (isn’t that insanely absurd?) This just gives me more ammunition. It’s gone on long enough, it’s time I spoke up.
First things first, let’s get one thing straight. I write for me. I always have, I always will. But I will admit, since I garnered this large following through being featured on MSN, I don’t mind entertaining those who support me. Besides writing for myself, I also am glad my internet "friends" enjoy what I have to say as well. I write for people like Davina, Darlene, Mandy, Stacey, Lana, Adara (I hope you aren’t THAT Jen), Marisa, Johnny, Kelly, Keith, and everyone else like them. I write for the friends I know, and the ones I only know through this web site.
That being said, I can now address my critics. Apparently, I need to adjust my disclaimer, perhaps make it a little simpler. Something like: If you don’t like what I have to say… piss off. I mean honestly, I don’t recall asking for opinions and lectures. Granted, this is the internet, and all opinions are allowed. But I can’t help but notice the hypocrisy being displayed on my site. It seems that as long as everything is happy and sugary sweet, everyone loves me. But if I happen to stray from that utopia, I get reamed.
It’s pretty funny how some of the people that compliment my writing turn around and lecture me on how I need to get over my pity party when I’m having a bad day. Apparently, suddenly becoming a quadriplegic in my early twenties is nothing to get down about. Or how about the comment someone left on the story of how I met Hallie, stating their disappointment with how things began… saying that it was just a shallow, drunken tryst? How funny. I guess they would have rather assumed my entire life is a Disney cartoon. They seemed to love the story about the hospital, yet they don’t want to hear how it began.
The one thing that is probably the funniest part, is that these critics read what I write and think they know EVERYTHING about me. I’m sure everyone recalls the movie Good Will Hunting. Remember the scene where Matt Damon rips Robin Williams apart just because he saw a painting that Robin did? I can definitely relate to that character. Some of these people read what I write, and tear my life apart because they think my entire being is based upon a few stories I’ve written. Don’t you understand that I’m only letting you see tiny bits of my life!? As much as you want this to be, this web site is not a Cliff’s Notes abbreviation of all that I am.
So now we have someone proposing a boycott of my web site. Apparently my ego is getting a little too large for the MSN servers in their eyes. It seems rather interesting that everything was all laughs and giggles when I was poking fun at myself for being a cripple, yet I make a tongue-in-cheek comment on a friend’s site and it’s completely out of line. If you take offense to that, there’s your red flag… you are one of THOSE people. As Bill Engvall would put it, "Here’s your sign." So guess what ? Boycott away. Grab your picket sign, and parade back and forth in front of my site if you wish. I don’t care, and no one else does for that matter. I don’t write to increase my fan base, so if I lose you as a reader, I won’t notice.
So to my friends, thanks for your support this whole time. I will try to keep writing, for myself and for you. As for my critics… bite me. You seem like some ignorant person getting angry at some political TV show they are watching, not even realizing that they have the remote control in their damn hand! If you don’t like what you are watching, change the f-ing channel. You don’t have to come here, you have a choice. Granted, some of the crazy comments provide the rest of us with quite a bit of entertainment in themselves, so maybe you could do us a favor and stick around to give us a few laughs, I guess.