They don’t mod me. If they mod me, I get depressed and commit suicide. I’ve already done it twice. No. Wait. The second time I died wasn’t because of being modded. Oh well. But I digress. I don’t even answer the question.
@CyanoticWasp Buddy. Pal. It’s not trouble you get into. I wouldn’t think of it that way. I would think of it as an attack on my fundamental nature. I would think of it as a questioning of my very soul—my very right to live. But that ain’t trouble. Oh no.
I dunno. It’s probably not healthy, but I grew up terrified of expressing anger. I had to find other ways of expressing my disappointment or disapproval. The mods occasionally make stupid decisions. They also make stupid comments sometimes. You can always try to get your own back when you think they’ve done that.
Personally, I’m not in favor of moderating…. hmmm. I don’t know. I don’t know what I don’t see. But I like to think of myself as an adult—someone who can take a hit and survive. I don’t need to be protected from personal attacks so much. I can see that other people would need that, but I’ve been around. I know that what happens on the internet stays on the internet. And that most people aren’t paying much attention to anything I do or anything that happens to me.
It’s a good way to have your ego taken down a bit. Whether or not you ever get modded.
You have the sting of your eponymous avatar. It’s not surprising you should get netted occasionally. (For some reason I just love that word: eponymous—it sounds so pompous). But don’t worry about the mods. I don’t know what they’re excuse is. Could it possibly be that they are human?
Nawwwww…..