I guess it's because blogging is addictive that I continue to hang out here.
Among my real-life friends, acquintances, and co-workers, I'm regarded as intelligent, well-spoken, respected by my peers, reasonably analytical (my job relies on it, to some degree), good with customers and somewhat of a peacekeeper. (according to various feedback I've had over the years).
However, I don't whether it's the way I phrase things here, or whether the people are just more combative or, whether some people are are just rude pricks.
In my short time here, I've been insulted and name-called numerous times, including:
*an ass*
*that I don't think very analytically*
*a zealot*
*questioned as to whether I was on drugs*
*been told I have poor reading comprehension*
along with a few various other insults, which I've forgotten.
Anyway, maybe it's the way I phrase some things. Or maybe not.
But for me to continue blogging here in the face of this demonstrates that I'm probably in the grip of some sickness, just like a drug addict, perhaps.
My sickness that is JU.
JW
