My apologies to everyone else for this, but I've had enough. Stick a fork in it, I'm done. Clav, you could have emailed me, but you chose to go to a place where you know I rarely log in or even go to anymore. Anyone who's played AC for more than a year knows where to find my email address. You wanted people gasping and clucking like the biddies in River City. I loathe drama. Hate it. Will go to the ends of the earth to avoid it, normally. And that rarely works. People asked me for months why I put up with some behavior, and I tried to tell them - booting and squelching won't end it. To those who heard me say that, I get to say this: I told you so.

I have you squelched because, as evinced by this post and as I told you in the last of a LONG series of PMs on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day,(considerate timing there) you don't shut up. Ever. You have possibly THE worst case of last-word-itis that I have ever seen and that is saying a lot. You are worse than my youngest and I thought that record would never fall. And you do it to EVERYONE who makes the mistake of listening for even a moment.

YOU DID THIS:

I got tired of temper tantrums. I got tired of endless arguments. Something will be months old and you'll worry it like a dog with a worn out bone. You harangued me for OVER AN HOUR (on multiple accounts and toons) telling me how I'd screwed up on the Prodigal Shadow quest after you died - WHILE I WAS STILL LEADING THE OTHER 17 people who hadn't died. You post on these and the Haven forums NO LESS THAN 3 TIMES in a temper tantrum, then end up apologizing and, often, asking for posts to be deleted or locked. Your mouth (or fingers as the case may be) run before your brain is working - and you leave casualties. Bottom line on a quest (and something I've said for years) - if you don't like the way I lead them - don't go. Lead your own. Or go on someone else's. I got tired of being told how to do what the teller WON'T or CAN'T do. And your behavior in /a that last day about me when I wasn't even on was the last straw.

I got tired of your massive ego and the piss-poor people skills. You have no concept of group dynamics. You don't play with the group for weeks and months, and you walk back in to the room, in a polyester suit and white belt and wonder where the disco went, knock people over with flailing arms, and complain when we don't dance to whatever beat you think you're hearing. You think only YOU exist. And that we all go into stasis when you don't play. You don't and apparently can NOT understand that I have 40 other people at any given time asking me questions, requesting that I do X one way or Y another, asking questions, or just chatting.

You have a life that is rough for you. Others may be able to handle your stressors with no problem. They have their own stressors that you may think are no big deal. You have NO empathy. (Look it up, it's not the same as sympathy.) And not everyone emotionally vomits all over everyone in hearing range. Some people share privately. Some people don't share at all. One of my (many) mottos: Be kinder than you need to - everyone is fighting some sort of battle. Some of the people you walk all over have lost their partners, their home, are worried for their children, their health, their job, or even just the crack in the windshield that they can't afford to fix. Their "little" problems are not little to them. It's not all about you.

You pick and choose what you want to hear. You throw Bug Juice at me constantly. But I dealt with him (and all the corpse droppers - exactly as I dealt with Christopher). And I *never* had an out of family complaint against him, except in PK. And my stance on PK is widely known. Every family has Uncle Jackass or Cousin Snot-nosed Brat and has to deal with them or ignore them. It's what I keep telling people. I deal with most people privately. When I'm left to deal with someone who doesn't listen and whose caregivers are not around to actually "give care," I'm left with a mess. And I didn't do more than mention it to you on those rare occasions when you did log on. It's your job to parent your children. My plate is full. Handle your own plate.

The people who are there with me, day in, day out, tell me that I'm too nice. They also know that I have my limits, and when I hit that line, I'm DONE. That line means I have done all I can do, all I want to do, and I am pretty sure that nothing I can say or do is going to change a damned thing. So, at that point, I have no problem letting it go. I stick a fork in it. You're not the only person who thinks I'm a bitch so get in line with the others. You'll probably have to stand behind Zero.

You're not an innocent bystander, unjustly wronged by the world. Life is hard. Get a damned helmet. This is a game where we all come to unwind. Me included. I am not less than anyone else. And I have done my time as a doormat in a mine field in real life. I'll be damned if I'll pay to do it again. I'm tired of watching out for your mines. I'm tired of being hit by shrapnel when someone else pisses you off. And I'm tired of people who use the word friend as a synonym for toilet. At the end of the day, we're all paying to dine in this restaurant, and we don't HAVE to sit quietly while someone throws dishes every time you don't get to sit at the table you want.

You don't want friends, you want an audience. The rest of us just want to watch the movie, so down in front.

This will be my last response to you. Be well and pleasant journeys.

For the rest of you, enjoy the popcorn.

 

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All I am going to say is Clav you know what you have done. You made your bed now lay in it. Pal is an amazing women and you just now need to shut up and get on with your life. You say one thing and do another. You lie so much you can't even remember your own lies, then you play the I don't know why people hate me card. Please oh please go spend time with your kids and take interest in their lives and what they are doing then freaking out over an issue that is long since dead for us.


and Airmails popcorn needs more butter

 

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I've also noticed they forgot to put salt on my popcorn.


Worst movie theatre ever!

 

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oh AC, you are still amazingly good for a laugh here and there

someone actually let him have it....

Pal.


I remember going through times like this as a monarch.


Blessed be.

 

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this is still going on almost 4 months since i quit.....jesus clav move on >.<

 

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Hello WE!

Wait... wrong thread.

Ooh popcorn!

Get out.

I can't, I just love hot dogs too much.