Been a pretty dramatic week in the ol' blogosphere and frankly I'm too tapped to even come up with a clever blog post, so here's a pretty picture instead.
As far as these week's drama goes; the moral of the story is from Jesus' Sermon on the Mount: 'Judge Not, lest ye be Judged.'
However, some people seem to be unaware of whether they're the victim or the guilty party and that I find kind of frustrating. What goes around comes around and when it comes around it comes hard.
The drama's not about me; but in keeping with the blogosphere, I'll pretend it is.
Just for the record, I don't pretend to be the most enlightened blogger. I don't pretend to have all the answers. I've written at least half a dozen posts on this blog that I've then come around and redacted because I realize what as asshole I was being.
At the end of the day, I'm a slightly conservative, slightly chauvinistic, old fashioned gentleman who believes that everybody deserves to be treated equally; and judged on nothing but their actions and words. But depending on those words and actions, I'll judge the shit out of you.
If you met me in the real world, you'd almost certainly like me. Even in the crude anonymity of the blogosphere, I'm at least slightly more likable than not and the only person who's really, truly, earnestly allowed to call me as asshole without reservation is Epiphora (and she's not exactly the most cuddly of bloggers herself.)
But this week has taught me that we sometimes need to look ourselves in the mirror and give ourselves a cold, unflattering appraisal; and mine isn't altogether flattering.
But I honestly believe that there are very few bloggers - very fucking few indeed - who are snow white enough to call me out on that fact.
And that's not a problem at all. In fact, the whole joy and passion of blogging is the fact that so many flawed, human, beautiful people get to share their lives with each other on the Internet. If we're just man enough to admit it; and at least attempt not to act like a borish dick half the time, most people are willing to overlook out flaws.
But when we start judging, beware. Because tables turn very fast on the Internet and while we might be peering through the microscope one day; we could find ourselves on the business end of it the next.
It's not a very nice place to be.
If it's any consolation, though, that microscope doesn't stay focused very long; and what was the drama of last Monday becomes lost in the annals of Internet history by the following Thursday.
What doesn't disappear so easily, however, is the friendships you make and break during that period. The damage you do during those fifteen minutes of infamy lasts a lot longer.