In the pantheon of personality tests this one’s the best i’ve seen. Think it boxes me in pretty well (emphasis on “boxes”).
net-working
Redux
Apparently, I didn’t make myself quite clear. This will abate for now. But a dialogue would have to initiated come June 4th. And of course, the tongues will wag.
Misunderstandings. I hate it when these things happen.
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Snappy happy
| date |  Sun, May 25, 2008 at 9:13 AM |
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| subject | mailing |
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| mailed-by | gmail.com |
“Ei kakimoni, (wife of my father’s youngest niceguy brother who’s in pataliputra)
please don’t send me those bloody forwarded mails. It’s not cool. They are very annoying and I fail to see the humor in them. I delete junk mails without even thinking of reading as soon as they invade my inbox. As far as I can deduce most people don’t have much affinity for them. I greatly appreciate personal mails and I myself send personal mails quite often.
Translation: a personal mail, even a single liner, will be greatly appreciated.”
| date | Mon, May 26, 2008 at 10:37 AM |
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| subject | Re: mailing |
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| mailed-by | gmail.com |
“Dear S……,The mail that I had sent you was of good quotations and not any mere rubbish joke. Please use proper words rather language – and never use words like ‘bloody‘ and all. I do not appreciate such languages. Have some respect for your elders. I will not send you anything which is absurd or indecent. I don’t like sharing anything indecent with people younger to me.
What I feel is some times you should be lighthearted to appreciate these forwarded mails – specially good ones. Life will become a hell if you always try to remain serious unnecessarily. It is unlike your age.Kakimoni.”
| date | Mon, May 26, 2008 at 11:45 AM |
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| subject | Re: mailing |
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| mailed-by | gmail.com |
“Kakimoni,
you misunderstand me.
My inbox gets filled with spam and dozens of mindless forwarded mails every few days. I have ran out of patience trying to deal with junk mails. That’s why I asked not to send forwarded e-mails.
The word bloody, if you read it carefully you’ll see t’was directed to junk forwarded mails, NOT to YOU. Those mails deserve such language and worse. I generally don’t read those mails and I give a pig’s wing whether such mails have virus/indecent content (as they have most of times) or good quotations from Deepak Chopra/Winston Churchill.
Perhaps you overlooked the last few lines of my last mail. So I reiterate, I adore personal mails directed to me. I take the pains to send a lot of those myself at regular intervals.
Please, tell me if you will, where is the warmth, care and most importantly sincerity in forwarded mails one’s sending to dozens of family, friends and strangers alike?
Is sending Mother Teresa Or Bhagavad Gita quotes to 50 people in the mailing list without a single personal word from the sender be a sincere or thoughtful way of showing the sender cares about the recipients? Whatever it is, it’s not funny or “lighthearted“. Yes I know. My sense of humor is not very refined.
And I am serious when I say I feel disturbed by the fact that someone I admire lumps me with rank strangers whenever she thinks of sending a mail which she didn’t even spend a few minutes to write. If that kind of seriousness makes my life hellish then so be it.
And for the record, I DID see your forwarded mail. It’s nice but it’s still forwarded mail. Ergo, it’s junk.
I apologize if I hurt your feelings. They were intended to hurt the feelings of forwarded junk mails, not of yours.
— S.”
People can be such snappers over virtual com.
I think I was wee li’l harsh on her replying.
On second thought, I think I made myself pretty clear.
I knew it all along
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Schizotypal Personality Disorder – individual is uncomfortable in close relationships, has thought or perceptual distortions, and peculiarities of behavior.
Knew it. Yes sir, I knew it all along.
Okay, my gut screams NO WAY, but then I look back at the last three years gone by and the truth of the matter seeps in.
But Close Relationships, I want to take you out on a date, we’ll walky talk the whole length of the river sidewalk, have ice cream and put our lips into conjugal ecstasy in your doorstep before you smile and disappear on the other side leaving the beaming me to say to the oakwood door “goodnight, see you next Friday”.
Borderline Personality Disorder – individual shows a generalized pattern of instability in interpersonal relationships, self-image, and observable emotions, and significant impulsiveness.
TRUE that, broheim!
Hat tip to The Involved Observer.
Saturday night blues
Facebook couples are eyesores. Okay, not everyone. But once you have sufficient number of friends and double digit multiples of friends of friends, things become pretty bad pretty quick. The news feed becomes a photo junkyard of people (and couples) whom i don’t know, don’t care about, don’t want to see but goddamn proceed to click on the pics anyway.
Public Display of Affection is not necessarily bad. But too much of anything kills the taste. Especially when the “too much” involves too much intimate moments. In retrospect, Facebook couples promote voyeur. Facebook couples, please save your intimacy snapshots for your friends, family and backstabbers.
I wonder why doesn’t Facebook restrict photo albums to friends only? Or maybe they do but Facebookers are much too lazy to change privacy settings? Facebook has gone over to the dark side lately. “Friends recommendations” based on people i know? Give me a break.
In the meantime, I have to trudge down south to Mr. Sasmal’s place tomorrow morning at 7.30. If sunday mornings go this way, I’d end up hating Microeconomics. He is now the Acting Principal of KKD college. Busy man. Mr. Sasmal, I know you’d like to be the permanent principal but that sir ain’t going to happen. Period.
But Sunday Morning, I miss you. Yes I do. What bitter pills wouldn’t I swallow for proving myself? And Saving My Face? (that song proves why alternative rock from Scotland is far superior than anything originating from their dominant southern neighbor).
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