Don't shoot the messenger
Monday, February 9, 2009
Oh, it's a big messy world out there.
And yes, this is a post about email loops again. So feel free to move on to more entertaining blogs about spray cheese and agoraphobia instead of the idle rants of a woman who just wants everyone to get along. ;)
There's a club I belong to. I've been a member for a while and I have a pretty good time there, so I keep on going.
What kind of bothered me (aside from the DJ's preference to current dance hits as opposed to an '80s retro vibe) was that it took me forever to discover that there was a special party room for those of a particular status. How I found out about the room, I really can't remember, since there was no mention of it upon entering the main doors of the club or even in the gossip magazines.
Now that I had access, I wanted to let everyone else know where the room was. You know, just in case they wanted to hang out near the chocolate fountain. So I spread the word.
And I was surprised at how a few club regulars got all angsty about things, wanting to know why they hadn't known about this room ever before. As if I was holding back.
But I wasn't. My intent was to make people aware of the room, not taunt them about their lack of knowledge or make them feel like they've been missing out.
Because they really haven't. It's just a room. Even the chairs are the same as all the others.
I guess it just goes to show that knowledge has power. The power to inform, the power to engage and the power to make some people cranky. LOL
And yes, this is a post about email loops again. So feel free to move on to more entertaining blogs about spray cheese and agoraphobia instead of the idle rants of a woman who just wants everyone to get along. ;)
There's a club I belong to. I've been a member for a while and I have a pretty good time there, so I keep on going.
What kind of bothered me (aside from the DJ's preference to current dance hits as opposed to an '80s retro vibe) was that it took me forever to discover that there was a special party room for those of a particular status. How I found out about the room, I really can't remember, since there was no mention of it upon entering the main doors of the club or even in the gossip magazines.
Now that I had access, I wanted to let everyone else know where the room was. You know, just in case they wanted to hang out near the chocolate fountain. So I spread the word.
And I was surprised at how a few club regulars got all angsty about things, wanting to know why they hadn't known about this room ever before. As if I was holding back.
But I wasn't. My intent was to make people aware of the room, not taunt them about their lack of knowledge or make them feel like they've been missing out.
Because they really haven't. It's just a room. Even the chairs are the same as all the others.
I guess it just goes to show that knowledge has power. The power to inform, the power to engage and the power to make some people cranky. LOL
posted by Bonnie Staring at 11:37 AM
7 Comments:
You did not get angst. Please tell me you didn't!!
Hugs.
Okay first, it's up to that person to ask. Second ... well I could tell you a few things but I won't on here.
I thought your knowledge was awesome (Im a little behind). You rock Bonnie!!
I understand the angst, as I kind of felt the same way when I realized I'd been missing out on stuff. Le sigh.
Thanks for the hugs and rockage. You rock right back!
Okay, I'm a little lost here, but I'm drawing upon some rusty 'infering' abilities here about what club you're referring to. People got angsty because you let other people know they had a right to be in that 'room'?
NOT your problem, Bonnie. You've got better things to do than to take on their problems. Sit back and enjoy being in the know and let the others have their hissy fits without you.
(Why does this remind me of Butch and Vishous and the boys being in the 'VIP' area of Rehvenge's club?)
Just call me Xhex.
Leah: the attitude came from those who didn't know the room existed; some got all cranky that it took so long to find out about it. There's no fuss coming from those already next to the chocolate fountain.
Which, by the way, needs some more sponge cake...
Ah, so we are talking the same 'room'. Okay, I knew one of the rooms existed, it had been talked about at the meetings. The other one I didn't, but I'm okay with that. And the third one? Well, I deliberately hadn't applied for entry. Now I have.
Sponge cake, huh? I'll see what I can whip up.
These people were probably talking when the info first came out.
Nice of you to take the time to make it open and transparent.
Thanks for your kind words! As long as the cabana boys keep on showing up, I really shouldn't let stuff get to me. ;)
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