Hanging out with writers on the forums and the email lists and the newsletters and all that, has taught me a few interesting things about the types of personalities that I’m drawn to.
There is a certain level of disappointment that falls over me whenever I see the reaction when I’m saying something mildly inflammatory on Facebook. Sometimes I spout off about how gay people should be able to get married and it shouldn’t be a thing at all, or that I don’t mind if others believe that Jeebus went zombie and then took flight but don’t try to treat it as undeniable fact, and I will inevitably get an earful from the small-minded (usually folks from back home in Montana) that are quick to inform me that there is, in fact, only one way to look at things. Seems to be theirs.
At the risk of sounding incredibly wanky and elitist, I’m really enjoying discussions that don’t devolve (too quickly) and the articles and blog posts that talk about industry changes and the way the world is changing in regards to writers and publishing.
It’s incredibly refreshing to be able to take all this information in and NOT feel like my hackles are hackling. Not that I tend to get hackly, but still, I like feeling calm and zen at the end of a week where I’ve accomplished f*ck-all with my books, websites or house.
Maybe I’m hanging with a better class of people? Heh. Well, I’m certainly doing what I can to drag that down.
I know what you mean, big guy. Facebook is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. I can’t joke around with people I used to know in the same way I do current friends without things getting taken out of context.
Mate, what if you’re one of the ones I’m trying to avoid?
AWKWARD.
Oh wait, that’s right, you’re not the girl I used to work at the greasy spoon cafe with Sophomore year. I get confused, must be the hairstyle.
Mad lubs foo.