Ok, flog me for a diary that is hardly a diary, but as I was checking back on whether anybody had commented on any of my recent posts, I found this:
An incredibly long example of exactly why I have been avoiding like a plague a certain genre of post around here
I mean really? If you didn’t agree or like it, at this point in time you couldn’t just walk on by? And if you didn’t like the sub-comment by the person that didn’t like my comment, you couldn’t have just walked on by? And by the time it got about ten sub-comments long, regardless of whether you liked or didn’t like my comment, or did or didn’t like the the comment about my comment, you couldn’t have just walked on? And by the time it was approaching 50 comments, did it occur that maybe you had encountered one of those Florida sink-holes that just grows and grows and sucks everything down into it? And I stopped counting after about 75 comments, sub-comments and sub-sub-comments because that is why I have avoided (with this one regretful exception) the latest bit of trench warfare — the outcome of which is eerily similar to the outcome of WW I trench warfare.
UPDATE: Somebody thought I wrote this because I was upset at the comment(s) — not at all — the point was just how stimulus sensitive some people are — totally unable to walk past the shiny object.