Is it just me, or is it really bitchy when people declare they're blocking you?
It's like, if you're trying to act like you're the most mature one, shouldn't you just block someone and go about your way instead of declaring "I'm blocking you"?
Or my favorite: "you guys are being immature, so I blocked you"
(08-18-2013, 01:12 AM)Grungie Wrote: [ -> ]Is it just me, or is it really bitchy when people declare they're blocking you?
It's like, if you're trying to act like you're the most mature one, shouldn't you just block someone and go about your way instead of declaring "I'm blocking you"?
Or my favorite: "you guys are being immature, so I blocked you"
But if I don't, they'll end up talking to themselves for hours until they realize I blocked them and then they'll call me a dick for not telling them I blocked them and it will be true. D:
(08-18-2013, 03:36 AM)Hank Hill Wrote: [ -> ]But if I don't, they'll end up talking to themselves for hours until they realize I blocked them and then they'll call me a dick for not telling them I blocked them and it will be true. D:
You either find out they're ignoring you, or the system has it to where you can't respond to them. Basically when you block someone, you can't see them whine about you.
I know. I'm just... joshin you.
I've never blocked anybody.
Except for people on xbox or ps or whatever. It's fun watching them rage on you. :3
They don't stop until you block them or vice versa.
I've never blocked anyone either, I've just been blocked by assholes who either lost arguments with me, or are just idiots and think I'm trolling them. Which is actually kind of surprising since I love trolling and I've only been declared that I've been blocked when I'm not trolling.
Alright, so you know those moments you realize why stereotypes exist? Well I just attended the most redneck event I've ever been to (well, that didn't involve guns anyway). But for real: band equipment on a flatbed, both kinds of music (country and western), yodeling, terrible fiddle playing, never-ending cheers for 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia', a fuckton of fenders, plaid, people dancing, middle-aged beer guts, whiskey, seldom duck dynasty shirts (the mark of the rare self-aware redneck)... just about everything you could imagine. It was horrifying yet strangely alluring.
I'm a firm believer in stereotypes existing for a reason, as ignorant as it seems. Though I don't go the extra mile and assume they're always true. Though it is annoying when people go out of their way to deny that people that fit the bill don't exist when you've personally seen it.
I always found rednecks to be a particularly fascinating species.
I prefer to live life without acknowledging stereotypes. Except for rednecks.
They're kind of funny if you go to a redneck meeting. I went to a trapshooting event in Mississippi and good god. Pickups, pickups everywhere. All ford, Chevy and dodge.
Messing with the extreme redneck I knew as a freshman was my favorite thing. It wasn't like bullying, just banter from both sides really. I'd always win though because I wasn't the redneck.