A glimpse into my world
I've been getting this sort of thing for almost 20 years now. I barely even notice it any more. But it's kind of interesting, a bit.
Note: this is only the tip of the iceberg.
The Formspring page linked above represents just a fraction of the weekly drivelanche that pours in to various areas of the WoS empire from some of the more dysfunctional corners of the internet. Much of it gets filtered out one way or another, and I reduced the volume of tenth-rate-Mighty-Boosh nonsense quite a bit a couple of years back when I, well, let's call it "streamlined" the WoS Forum and shed some of its more tedious elements in the process.
But there are still people with lives so apparently empty and worthless that they'll spend hour after hour of their one and only time on Earth sat in front of a computer – even in a beautiful warm and sunny June with a World Cup on – spewing out screeds and screeds of this furious impotent, barely-literate rage at somebody they've never met. It's a cry for attention and help, unfortunately directed at someone who couldn't care less.
As a rule, I come in from passing a pleasant afternoon in the park, spend eight or nine seconds glancing down the list and then click "Delete all". But just this once I thought I'd save some of it (I've deleted twice as much) for posterity and share it with you, because I'm too busy today for a proper blog.
What's the most dribblingly deranged and prolonged child's tantrum anyone with a learning disability has ever directed at you because you once said something they didn't agree with about a videogame 10 years ago, viewers?