sometimes i wonder how it is some people manage to live from day to day with the paranoia and fear they inflict on themselves and others.
one of the girls i work with is going to the local university and will be majoring in writing. we were talking about my own experience in technical and creative writing and, on a whim, i referred her to the scrytch list.
i figure, heck, even if i am not allowed to participate and enjoy it, there’s no reason why others shouldn’t, right?
she wrote me tonight to tell me that she was informed it is now ‘invite only’.
looks like previous predictions for where it’s heading are spot on, dead center. damn shame, that. like everything else they touch, for all they talk about freedom and openness and connection, when it comes right down to it, they’re just as elitist as anyone else. more so than most, it seems.
shaking my head wryly. foolish, foolish people. very sad indeed.
for a moment, i think about something… but you know what? i’ll be damned if i’m going to pick up yet another of their shattered dreams and make it come to life. no more. first and foremost because they are unable to appreciate it, secondly because i don’t need any more reminders, and thirdly because it likely would only result in more accusations of which, frankly, i am thoroughly sick.