Like most other WordPress users these past couple of days, I’ve stumbled on Miss(ed) Manners’ delightful “What I Did Over Christmas Vacation“. It is impossible to look at it without a great big goofy grin breaking out all over your face. It turned me into a speechless valley girl. It’s – like – awsome. Totally. Most of the comments show the same delighted awe, mixed with a wistful envy.
The power of this post comes from the intimacy of it. We rarely see happiness. Hell, we rarely feel that sort of playful, silly, goofing-around, life-affirming happiness. What Miss(ed) Manners has shown us is a slightly shocking glimpse of his happiness with his family and his girlfriend. Not everyone can bear that.
um….. i put patch panels in a trunk of a chevelle. your a loser. just responding to your question as to what i did over break. (Link)
Miserable sod score – 6/10
… I acknowledge the skill and innocent-fun attitude of the endeavour and the humour of the post. … am I a nasty killjoy? (Link)
Yes. Since you ask. Anyone who claims that they can “acknowledge … humour” is damned by the tips of their own fingers as a killjoy.
Miserable sod score 7/10 (Would be more, but points given for punctuation).
Then we get the slightly more worrying comments:
Get a real life and a real (read: hot) girlfriend – not a fat ugly one wearing braces and glasses. (Link)
this sucks. I was really disappointed. life. you need a life. but i gotta give you effort for trying. (Link)
Missing the point score – 8/10.
These two comments beg the question, “what, in the minds of the commentators, would constitute ‘a life’ if spending several days with family and friends playing around, having fun and laughing doesn’t?” Because they certainly can’t recognise “a life” when they see one.
nice man / but seriusly u have no life / fagot
i just came to make fun of u some more / douschbag
lol i just cant stop laughing at you / bceause u have absolutely no life and at ur complete fagotness (Link, and following)
Slightly freaky in a bad way score 4/10, but with a missing the point weighting of 9/10 and a miserable sod weighting of 7/10. I guess it’s called projection.
But the winner in the Missing the Point category goes to:
You did say “my girlfriend”? Are sure she is not just in your head? (Link)
Girlfriends, obviously, only existing to poke, or as another commentator said “notice how the haters are all men? perhaps this guy caught on to the real secret of women… spend time with girlfreind. be interesting.” (Link)
Ach. I’ve made my points about projection, fear of intimacy, limited imaginations and misery-guts. I’ll just add in an Alexander Pope / Mick Jagger reference about breaking butterflies on wheels, and let you go back to enjoying the life-affirming delight that is the candy-fight at Helms Deep.