I posted a couple of my poems on the WritersCafe.org over the past few days, and WOW. Someone reviewed a couple of them. He was really complementary, and I replied to him cordially. He talked about friendship. He sounded like he needed a friend. He sent me a friend request. I engaged with him. (This is all in the past hour, btw.) I reviewed a couple of his poems, which were rudimentary, at best. Not awful, but I gave him a few comments. Then, he turned nasty, and we spent the next hour provoking each other. I’ve since switched off, and he’s attacked by panning the latest poem I posted today, which was completely tongue-in-cheek and cynical. (Flight)
So maybe there is something in that random word generator. I let this dick get under my skin, and I’ve got a bad taste in my mouth. (How’s that for double entendre?) Anyway, I said I was done, and he declared victory.
No. I’m done!
I’m not responding, although I did unfriend him, and may never return to the WC. (Sorry Coyote, you might want to say goodbye to Chris for me.) It’s not definite, but I think I’ve grown out of it. Nobody wants my opinion anymore.
Anyway, tomorrow is a driving day, so I may be silent. (Shh! Don’t applaud so loudly. I can hear it a continent away.) I won’t have any internet until evening, and may be too tired to log on.
See you on the other side.