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Originally Posted by Beebo Brink  I don't hold grudges.
I wish I could claim it was due to a generous and compassionate nature, but the truth is I simply can't remember the injury for very long. Literally can't. My short term memory sucks, and my long-term memory is very picky about what it considers worthy of keeping track of, so within a relatively short amount of time all the details of the drahma and the insults that were visited upon me start to fuzz. A little more time and I pretty much forget everything except the vague idea that I'm supposed to be angry at someone, but it's hard to maintain a proper head of steam when I can't stoke it with any concrete examples.
One really great advantage to this memory failure is that I never wallow in The Good Old Days because they've been sufficiently erased beyond the power of nostalgia to resurrect. |
I am similar. But it might be slightly different. I try not to pay attention to insults or nastiness in forums. I walk away from it, push it out of my mind, and don't return to reread the thread, etc. After a while, I also just have a vague feeling that someone said something I disliked, but I try not to bring it up in my mind.
I also tend to think that people wrote whatever rabid rant they wrote when they had rabies. Then the rabies passed, and the real person returned and probably would soften their words if they could (bad analogy because rabies is fatal, but please play along). But also some people are angry asses looking for a fight - I try not to take them seriously, get involved in their fights, or pay any attention to them. They are just these tiny little angry figures, waving their tiny little fists, stamping their tiny little feet, and screaming their insults from a deep hole in the bottom of some endless post that I didn't finish reading.
Lastly, I am really hard to offend. There have been too many times when I have been completely enraged about a post (not here), wrote a nasty reply explaining the universe to the person, reread their post before I sent my reply, and realized I took things too seriously, blew them out of proportion, wasted time feeding a fire or yelling at a brick, or misunderstood the intent/meaning. Then I quickly back out of my crazed response with relief I didn't hit "submit". I don't think I have ever regretted not posting a reply, but I know I have often regretted posting something.