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| Geocities on Smack, and The Dilemma November 2, 2000 I don't know what happened, but sometime yesterday afternoon, Geocities ate my webpage. No kidding. My file manager was empty. All my pages were gone. Not only was I mad, but there was nowhere I could go for help. I did, however, foolishly try to venture into one of the "Help Chatrooms" that they have on the Yahoo/Geocities site, which was a fat load of help. Inside the most unhelpful charoom in the world... |
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| MrKnowsEverything: Does anyone need any help? MrKnowsEverything: ?????? Michelle: Hi, I have a question. For some reason, my file manager is empty and all my pages have been erased. What's going on here? Is the server down? PhatBoy: Geocities SUX! www.spacenutz.com RULEZ!!! PhatBoy: !!!!!!! Michelle: Um...I think my question was for the moderator, MrKnowsEverything. Can I get some help? MrKnowsEverything: Hey bro, don't go dissing Geo MrKnowsEverything: I invented Geo PhatBoy: Geo SUX!!!!!!! SPACENUTZ ROX!!!!! Michelle: Uh...a little help here? BoobsBunny: Hello, is anybody here? I think my porno site just crashed. Michelle: PLEASE SOMEONE LISTEN TO ME! MrKnowsEverything: Sorry. Don't know what you're talking about. Can't help you out. Now, what's that about your porn site, BoobsBunny? |
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| Argh. Very annoying. I felt like Corky St. Claire in Waiting for Guffman (a truly excellent movie that my sister thinks "isn't that funny." You can e-mail her and tell her how wrong she is.) I think I'm going to start dealing with frustrating situations more like Corky in the future; by screaming, "well...I just HATE you, and I HATE...your ASS...FACE!" Unproductive, but ultimately satisfying. Well, clearly I found some way to circumvent my server issues (won't bore you with the details...yet...suffice it to say it involved innovation on my part), but there's still something very wrong with the works at Geocities, and I'm really not sure what to do about it. So if you click on some dead links or if I'm unable to update this page for a few days, you'll know why. Goddam technology. So, switching tracks, here's my question to ponder. Let's say there's a friend of yours that you've known for a very very long time. And you try and try to keep in touch with this friend, but after about 5 years, you realize that you're the only one making any effort at all on this front. Which might make you think, "Well, maybe he's not interested in continuing the friendship anymore. Maybe this is his way of telling your to bug off." But no, you have to listen more. Let's say every time you do get a chance to catch up with this friend (these catch-up sessions are, of course, self-initiated, he makes a big deal about how great it is to see you, how good it is to catch up, how much he misses talking to you, how bad he is for not keeping in touch, that you're the only one of his really old friends that he keeps in touch with, blah bling blah. He'll definitely be better about it in the future. but of course, Christmas break ends, you return to your lives, and it's back to the way it always was. You always have to extend the first hand. Now am I crazy to feel offended by this? The fact that it's always me having to reach out, while he makes no effort at all makes me feel like I'm desperate or something, as though every time I e-mail him to wish him a Happy Birthday or call him over Thanksgiving Break is like me saying, "PLEASE BE FRIENDS WITH ME! LET'S BE PALS, OK? HUH? OK?" But it's not like that. I just want to be nice, and we were close for a very long time--I don't just drop people like that merely because my life has moved on. And it wouldn't be a big deal if he just once e-mailed me first or called me first. I don't doubt that he enjoys being friends with me. It's just that I don't need friends that put in absolutely no effort. That makes me feel used. Being my friend is a privilege. So this is the question I was debating last night. Because you see, today is this guy's birthday. I was debating whether or not to e-mail him. On one hand, for the reasons detailed extensively (and in exuberant italics) above, I thought that enough was enough, and it was time to stop offering such good will and friendship to someone who clearly was not able to give back. But on the other hand, isn't it kind of mean to remember that it is someone's birthday yet deliberately make a point to not e-mail them? So I sent the e-mail. It was short. But now that's it. If he wants to hang out over Thanksgiving of Christmas break, that's cool, I'm down with it, but he's going to have to contact me. Sometimes I think I have too much pride for my own good. xo Michelle |
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