On Sunday, I got more or less assaulted through email from someone over on FaceBook.
Today, I got my apology.
This was my response:
I’ve been staring at that friend request for 4 days now and writing emails in my head about 4 times a day. Some nice “please just go away”, some “please go the hell away”, some “Who the hell are you to come into my life, call me a jerk and yell at me? I don’t even know who the hell you are?”
Look at that…I did manage to say all those things.
As I put it to a common FB friend “JVA just went shit-flinging monkey on me. Tell me again who this person is”
Strap in. It’s my turn now:
“I’m a lot older than you, so we may not have much in common. I’m 54.”
So the hell what? I’m 35. My best friend is 5 months older than my father. I don’t know anyone under 40. Your age and mine has nothing to do with this. If anything, it extends to a larger, social issue that we needn’t get into right now, but, as I boil it down “Old people and the internet don’t mix”.
“Sadly I’m just over the forum now.”
IT’S A FREAKIN WEBSITE ABOUT AN ISLAND! What’s there to be over? Discussions of “cooler or no cooler”? As I tell people over and over again…if you don’t want to read something, nobody’s holding a gun to your head to read it.
“Saying that you were some sort of phenomenon or something.”
You can go read my blog, you can find me on any number of websites. I have 2 online personalities. They’re characters. Sure, they are based on me and are, more often than not, all too true, but FB is different. If I “let you in” here, you see my name, my wife’s name, the names of my children, where I live and where I work. You’re being let into my house. Yea…if I don’t recognize you, I’m asking who you are. I’d be foolish not to do so.
“For such a blessed man…….you are truly a jerk” You’re half right. But I prefer “asshole”, thank you very much.
But, in the end, a person I don’t know in person and barely register from a shared website, came here and blasted me. When I deleted you, it was by accident.
The internet’s a funny place. You would not have gone to your neighbor’s house, opened their front door and yelled at them. You don’t look the type (because that’s all I know of you; a face and a hat). That’s what you did. How should that have been handled?
“NoGood…did you defriend me? What happened?”
Me: “Oh crap…did I do that?” (Which I think is what I said when I picked my jaw off the floor)
Blame the Redskins? I don’t think so. As fans, we’re in trouble. My only hope is that I outlive Dan Snyder. Until then, we’re the Raiders
What to do? Double-barreling on you did not make me feel good. If anything, it saddens me. You came across as one glass of wine away from getting in the car, driving to NC and coming at me with a carving knife. I’ve been confronted before because of my writings. A villa owner got a hold of me at The Beach Bar and let me have it over a review. I’ve opened myself up to an extent and I know that people read what I write. So, Sunday was an eye-opening, and frankly, scary little adventure.
(now I’m rambling and not making sense)
Do I just hit the “accept” button and hope for the best or do I politely ask you to go away? Do I just say “Screw it, Rob, it’s the internet and she made a mistake”?
You tell me. You gonna play nice on the internet or do you need to go sit in the corner and write “I will not drink and email” about eleventy-billion times?
I think I summed it up neatly…the inetrnet and old people don’t mix. If you’re over 50, you should have some sort of restraining device on your computer.