"Uh, I KNOW all that stuff you told me; the mistakes I made in this fic were just a one-time thing, and you really shouldn't talk to people like they don't know anything."
Know what that makes me think of? The Snapesnogger Chronicles.
Yeah, it stinks sometimes. Lately I've been wondering which is more ethically moral: correcting wrongs or allowing people to be as sloppy as they feel like it. Should I patiently wait for that idiot who stops on the entrance ramp while waiting for a spot in the traffic, or should I honk the crap out of them because yes, it is illegal, and yes, it is extremely dangerous? The question we have to ask ourselves is what our duty to humanity spells out for us alone. Should the quality of humanity be dependent on the assistance of a few who want a roundness in the spectrum or allowed to slip backwards into the monotony of mob mentality?
Change your approach. It obviously isn't working for you, and you may be allowing yourself too much of a set mold for support. Honestly, sometimes it's better to pull a little psychological twists on them. So, they get bitchy when you try to tell them they haven't the grammar abilities of an East African Walrus, then make it sound like it was their idea all along, like you're so honored to help them out. They might change it, and you can have your little joke all to yourself.
Then again, is it morally responsible to allow the selfish attitude to continue by belittling yourself? Another question. That circle of protection, letting you do as you please and shielding you from the backlashes of the world, does it exist? Is it true? Can we overcome the drawbacks of the world while keeping our own standards static? Does true helpfulness come from having those set standards and acting on them accordingly or changing for everyone, and then who does that truly gratify?
/nonsense crap
Oh, philosophy. Why have you done this to me? Wry?
Yeah, this is the busiest I've been all month. There is some evil overlord keeping us apart for the sheer thrill of watching us writhe in cliffhangering pain. Should we try this weekend again...? I remember I had something I wanted to say about something in the scene...will you send me the updated file so I can poke at the new stuff? I don't want to forget.
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Know what that makes me think of? The Snapesnogger Chronicles.
Yeah, it stinks sometimes. Lately I've been wondering which is more ethically moral: correcting wrongs or allowing people to be as sloppy as they feel like it. Should I patiently wait for that idiot who stops on the entrance ramp while waiting for a spot in the traffic, or should I honk the crap out of them because yes, it is illegal, and yes, it is extremely dangerous? The question we have to ask ourselves is what our duty to humanity spells out for us alone. Should the quality of humanity be dependent on the assistance of a few who want a roundness in the spectrum or allowed to slip backwards into the monotony of mob mentality?
Change your approach. It obviously isn't working for you, and you may be allowing yourself too much of a set mold for support. Honestly, sometimes it's better to pull a little psychological twists on them. So, they get bitchy when you try to tell them they haven't the grammar abilities of an East African Walrus, then make it sound like it was their idea all along, like you're so honored to help them out. They might change it, and you can have your little joke all to yourself.
Then again, is it morally responsible to allow the selfish attitude to continue by belittling yourself? Another question. That circle of protection, letting you do as you please and shielding you from the backlashes of the world, does it exist? Is it true? Can we overcome the drawbacks of the world while keeping our own standards static? Does true helpfulness come from having those set standards and acting on them accordingly or changing for everyone, and then who does that truly gratify?
/nonsense crap
Oh, philosophy. Why have you done this to me? Wry?
Yeah, this is the busiest I've been all month. There is some evil overlord keeping us apart for the sheer thrill of watching us writhe in cliffhangering pain. Should we try this weekend again...? I remember I had something I wanted to say about something in the scene...will you send me the updated file so I can poke at the new stuff? I don't want to forget.