Okay.
I feel like I’ve got a dick tattooed on my face or something, or maybe it’s just that old pakeha boomer aloofness thing. I made two posts here about two different, reasonably reasonable things - one asking for some help and the other to get rid of/trade/sell a seat. I get that it’s normal to ignore noobies and their silly noobie things, and all that, coz the internet, like, you know, but I kinda thought I was in better company.
It’s a quiet, relatively specialised forum with a bit of concentrated traffic from a small handful of specific enthusiasts, dusted with a sprinkling of questions from randoms. I’m just a random with a question. I posted it, coz I really wanted an answer and google didn’t help… so I got passive aggressived for my financial decisions.
Okay, sorry. Would you like me to give you some money or something? Would that make you feel nice and smile with your smirk?
That’s the thing, innit? You don’t know what I’m talking about, coz you don’t know me. Maybe if you had something helpful to share, I’d reciprocate the gesture. We could be friends and work together - you could borrow my fancy phone to txt your friends and post selfies on your profile… yeah, nah.
I’m as much as I can be with as little as I’ve got for what I need. I understand that to the self actualised and socially reinforced, my paradigm is strange and unusual - I don’t mind and find people’s nervous squirmings amusing to observe sometimes. Sometimes I just need a hand to fix my car and everyone just stares and points and says, “why is that bum fixing his Audi in the boat club car park?”
Cool, yeah - thanks.
That’s the thing about folks like you, you think I’m offended because that’s what you’d be if you were in the situation that you think I’m in and making the statements that you think I am, what you assume to be my implication in what I wrote by way of reply to you. It’s all about you and your insecurities. I’m not at all offended, I’m frustrated. My frustration has its foundation beneath a culture of ignorance and division in the community which has taken over the place I live, the third rock out from Solis and more specifically toku whenua, Te Ika e te Waka a Maui. People have wrecked the place because they forgot how to care and nurture, now they just search for self fulfilment and compete. People are scared to lose what they think they have because they don’t know how valuable the only they’ve really got is.
All we have is each other, everything else is just floating past to be touched for a moment.
So, maybe there’s some shiny piece of film-flam you’d like me to put in front of you, for you to clutch to your chest and grin, maybe make some squeaky noises and jiggle a little, feeling pleasant. I know guys like you are into that sort of thing, eh? I’ve got some tools, I could fix your special car for you. That might help calm your deep desire for self gratification and see past the metaphorical dick that I may or may not have tattooed on my forehead long enough to respond to my original post, requesting simple advice and assistance. Perhaps, after that, I could get on with my life beyond your silly little remark about something completely unrelated to Audi A6 Allroad OBD2 scanning issues. Your tikanga is strange to me.
Actually, you know what? Forget all about it. Like I said before, I sorted the issue and never needed the help that wasn’t forthcoming anyway. I suppose that’s what happens when you come to an internet forum full of rich white wankers and expect anything other than ignorant quips.
