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Hello my pretties,
Here's the back story: I was on another blogging site and I offered some advice to a kid who wanted to know if it was ok to date a guy much older than herself. By "much older," I mean 10-plus years. The kid is under 20 years old, lives somewhere in the northeast, just out of high school, and doesn't live with parents. So I threw my advice out there, my advice being that a teenager, no matter how mature he/she thinks he/she is, has no business becomig romantically involved with a guy/girl this much older.
When other bloggers responded, I found the responses predictable and disturbing, but what really surprised me was the ages of the vast majority of those responding. Almost all were in their teens, and an appreciable portion that weren't teens were under 25 years old. Only a couple of responders were over 30. Yes, I was one of the "couple of responders." Yes, by "couple," I mean two. ANYWAY
I advised her to forget the guy. They are worlds apart when it comes to life experiences, maturity, value systems, etc., and I also opined that an almost-30 guy had no business getting together with a teenage girl. Hell, a 23-year-old guy has no business dating a teenage girl!
The advice seeker went off on me. I mean, she exploded on me, stating that I had no right to tell her who to date, that she was very mature for her age (gee, never heard that one before), that it was her life, that I was a bitter asshole who hated to see others having a better life than my own, that I was probably an old single guy who couldn't get a girl, and a few other comments concerning my ancestry, along with a request that seems to be physically impossible (and quite painful).
The thing that kind of opened my eyes was that some of the other bloggers who were chipping in with their advice also offered some opinions about my advice, and they also made requests similar to that of the teenage girl who, apparently, really wants to date this older guy.
Now, I'm not one to take all of this personally. It is, after all, just another blogging site, a repository of every inane thought and a vehicle for spreading insipid poetry to the blogging masses. Getting flamed is part of blogging, I suppose; some people make outrageous statements just to elicit angry responses. Besides, I like blogging, and reading blogs. I like reading about others' problems because it makes such a refreshing change from thinking about my own problems, such as they are. And getting flamed isn't necessarily a bad thing: it just means you struck a nerve. Methinks thou dost protesteth too much - that sort of thing.
The point is, blog on - but take it for what it is. It is people asking for advice when all they really want is for someone to tell them what they want to hear. It is people blogging about failed relationships, and they are either looking for an empathetic ear or are simply venting. It is wannabe poets throwing out a string of words that have consonance but no meaning. Blogging is about looking for agreement, looking for disagreement, making friends, acquiring enemies, rants, opinions, thoughts, and the interminably irritating condition of the species being broadcast right before our very eyes.
Blogging is the ultimate cause-and-effect mechanism, and it's like giving a grenade to a 3-year-old kid: you just know something bad is gonna happen, but you watch it anyway because you are guaranteed some entertainment. Now that makes it all worthwhile.
There it is. Flame it all you want to, bloggers. Throw in a threat or two to keep it interesting, ok? Comment on my family tree and my level of intelligence, ask me to perform physically impossible tasks, and do it all with a smile, pilgrim!
Gotta go, my pretties. Evil plans don't just make themselves, you know...
DS
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Posted by DentedSyke on 2009-01-18 09:55:40 | Rating: | Views: 61
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