WARNING: If you are extremely sensitive or see yourself in make-believe personalities that are a combination of the worst on these lists, then read no further. The individual portrayed below is not one person, but the worst traits of many. I offer it as amusement on the arrogance writer’s exhibit when they no longer believe they can learn anything from the rest of us peons.
If you find people in your e-mail lists to be intolerable, would you say something to them or suffer in silence? Yeah, me too.
Well for the most part you do. But there always has to be that one perfect e-mail group participant who screams:
Read me. Read me. Read me.
I am so important, famous, and funny that I have decided to share my wit and wisdom with you.
Please respond with all the glowing adjectives you can muster to let me know how wonderful I am. I am so used to hearing it. Try, as best you can, to come up with some new way of saying it. I hate to be bored.
Please don’t ask for any feedback from me, I’m too busy to provide it and you are so insignificant that I just don’t have time for the likes of you.
Don’t waste your time in attempting to critique my work. It is so far beyond your capacity as a writer to offer anything of value to me. Besides, I have the best writers in the world as my friends (on Facebook) and nothing you say can compare to the feedback I receive from them.
I am not going to read all the truly awful crap you people write. I’m only here to receive the kudows I so justly deserve.
I am not going to participate in the everyday happenings of this list, as at best, there is something on an occasional basis that may apply to my magnificent life. At its worst, the stuff posted here is better suited for the porcelain throne. The thinks happening in your mundane lives are of no interest to me. My life is full.
I am not the once in a while participant who posts and comments every couple of months. I am a professional.
For those of you who may have forgotten, I was here before all of you, but unlike you, I am now successful, at least in my own mind. I just don’t have time to waste on e-mail lists. They have no place in my everyday life.
I don’t have the time or patience to share the things I learned along the way to my greatness. Those who took the time to help me knew they were helping a future great writer and gave freely of their talents because they could see my potential. Don’t expect them to offer you the same advice.
I only post now to share truly good writing with you in hopes that you may learn how to choose the proper words and assemble them into a coherent sentence structure.
You should all be happy that I still grace this place with my words, which of course could be found in the New Yorker, or some other prestigious paper, if I only sent them there.
Comments? You think I should comment on the drivel I find plastered upon these pages? You’re kidding, right? Most of it is full of grammatical errors, flawed thinking, and lacking in any and all forms of humor.
No. I’m not a lurker who sits here reading, trying to glean a bit of useful information from this list. I am not a newbie who is too shy to post their writing. I am an expert, who is highly skilled in my craft. I don’t need any help you might try to offer me. Been there. Done that. Moved on.
I’m not sure why I took the time to tell you all these things. You will just ignore them anyway. Keep writing. The world needs more crappy literature to grace the pages of the internet. And besides, it might just make you feel important.
The most important person on this listFrom the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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