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tsatske -> RE: Knickers in a twist!! (7/29/2008 5:42:43 AM)
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I mean honestly does it make a difference to anyone if i describe myself as dark? Does it make a difference to anyone if i value slaves more than subs? Does it make a difference to anyone if i define a twue slave as someone with two heads and a purple ass? Does it matter to anyone if my profile contains no info, too much info, a list of ideals as long as my arm? Things like the above really used to bother me when i first came to cm. Now they just go over my head, others definitions / views / opinions don't really matter to me personally. Well, other peoples opinions do matter to me, that is why i sit in front of a computer and post, - to get other's views and opinions. They matter in differant degrees. Since I don't know you from Adam, if your opinion is negitive, sounds stupid or hinky to me, or is downright offensive to me, i am more likely to ignore you than to get offended. As to rather those things matter - if I am thinking of dating you, they matter to me a lot, but I can find them out, slowly. If you and I are becoming friends, they matter a little, but they can come out slow, as slow as they want, and that is fine. If I am in a nice chat or debate with you one the boards here, they matter only as much as they are releveant to the conversation, and the conversation matters not that much - it is interaction and diversion, not a primary effect in my life. I obvliusly missed good drama on that thread and will have to go looking for it. However, I have gotten into threads in which i debate long - it gives me a chance to think things through, the enjoyment of helping others do the same, it is fun. sometimes i learn something here. I have made friends, and met Master here. that's about it, and more than i should have expected from an internet forum, so, good job, CM! As to why things about other people matter to me - I have been wondering that myself lately, because some thing matter more than others. Here's the one that has me wondering, lately- Before I met Master, I lived in my hometown, worked, as i do now, in schoolage child care. One of the clients (one of the parents, that is) was a widower with a fine and energetic little brood. I liked him. We chatted. I would have asked him out, but, he was a client. But, I wouldn't have said no, had he asked me out. Shortly after I met Master, and was therefore off the market, two things happened in rapid succession. First, his kid told a racist joke, (which she didn't understand WAS a racist joke, she was just repeating. She thought it was a Bible story. [sm=Groaner.gif]. I had to talk to Dad about it, of course, and his reaction made it perfectly clear - the man was a racist. Some other things came up shortly after that that only gave more evidence to the same conclusion. I have to say, I was sad. Then, chatting with me one day, while his kids danced around him, his oldest mentioned that my children's father 'lived in heaven' with their mother. And I saw it happen in his eyes, he looked at me suddenly. Now, I get it. Being a widow is a tough road, raising kids alone is tough. Someone you already like as a person, your kids like them - you find out they share something that fundemental with you, yea, it could make you ask them out. His flirting got serious and continous. He was going to ask me out. I made sure to place things in the conversation to let him know I was now dating someone. But I was also sad - sad with the knowledge that, had he asked me out before I met Master, I would have said yes in a heartbeat, but, had I not been dating anyone now, I would have told him no. He was a racist, and that matters to me. Now, bringing it back to my mind - recently, at a social club Master and I belong to, a casual friend there handed me a CD. I recognize the CD - it is the anti-semite conspiracty 'the Jews caused all the wars and 911 and Katrina' CD floating about the world. I didn't know he was an Anti-Semite till he handed me the CD, telling me how enlightened I was about to be. And it made me sad. But why does it make me sad? I am not going to date him. We see each other once a month, in the prescense of a lot of other people, for dinner. Why does it matter to me? But, it does. just a 'hmmmm....'
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