Semantical Vortex: If you called me a namecaller to call me someone who calls people names, then the call of that name would be a namecallers name, just the same call as any namecallers name calling name...

          Sentence: If I called you a right fucking idiot in print on a page while discussing something completely different, something which had absolutely nothing to do with your intelligence, or your motives, or your moral character, or anything else really, then perhaps you actually are an idiot if you feel an idiots compulsion to have some sort of a negative reaction when confronted with a mind-numbing inability to articulate thoughts without insult or disdain...

          Let me try and help: Being called anything vulgar or distasteful you don’t enjoy, being referred to by anyone in a light you find embarrassing, or offensive, or disturbing, or whatever freaking emotion you choose, whether on-line or in person, can easily be handled quite passively without any risk of emotional bruising, by asserting into your reaction just a tiny bit of mind-guiding philosophy:
 
          All we have to do is establish as many of the possible realities as our mental ear might imply, or as many as our mortal minds can hold on to at once...  (Hint: the longer we relax, breathing deeply, thinking objectively, detaching ourselves from it personally, the more possible realities we will come up with.)
 
 
Let’s see now...  if I was called an idiot:
 
          Idiot: Accusatory: "How can you not understand what I'm saying?"
                                      "Are you being obtuse on purpose?"
 
          Idiot: Literally: (noun) - A foolish or stupid person.
                                   - A person of profound mental retardation having the mental
                                     age of a small child and generally being unable to learn
                                     connected speech or guard against common dangers. The
                                     term belongs to a classification system no longer in use and is
                                     now considered offensive.
 
          "Idiot" in Psychology is a classification for having a mental age of less than
                                    three years old and an intelligence quotient under 25.
 
          Idiot: Metaphorically: "It seems that you are leaning towards a common
                                            human mistake."
                                            “You being the idiot in us all which drives us to commit
                                            the same terrible follies over and over throughout
                                            history without any hope of refrain."
 
          Idiot Endearingly: "Awe, come on my little idiot, I know you get it,
                                          and I know you’re just egging me on, but that’s
                                          fine, I’m into the game, an exhilarating way to
                                          spend a useless hour or two, playing with words
                                           and pretending to play with you �?nbsp; random fun,
                                          an interesting pastime that I'll forget about the
                                          very next second that I click onto a different page,
                                          or get up to go see why the kids are being so
                                          suspiciously quiet over there in the next room."
 
          (Just to jot down some obvious ones.)
 
 
          Together in the real world, face to face as common strangers, we wouldn't dream of arbitrarily applying such nasty labels, accusations, or inflammatory expletives into our speech - I believe we must all know and sense this already - but as anonymous painters given free range on a free and public easel, we do indeed dare say, wonder, and announce the most fascinating things in the most interesting of ways... Something worth studying I think - anyway, suffice it to say that it doesn't really matter what or how they say whatever the hell it is they say, as it matters just as little about the things and manner with which you press impassioned rants out of your own keyboard using whatever mood or moment you happen to be in. They take your words the way they want, and you do the exact same thing with the way you take theirs. The only thing to say or think about then is, your own adjustable attitude - towards everything and nothing in particular - and if you, your own private self, are happily satisfied with the wording and literary tempo you've chosen yourself for your very own compositions, essays, and posts. Always make sure you've swept up the walk in front of your own door, before going around noticing the dusty manner in which other people keep theirs.
  
          To wonder in the "why" about another's mind, is to delve full tilt into absurdity - for all the while you can only ever be delving deeper and deeper still into your own secret and privately kept subconscious mind.
  
 
          And so, at the risk of badly misquoting something I really enjoyed, (by some French writer I think), which if actually heard can sum up this whole rant of mine in one unfinished half sentence: "Let the ear within your ear hear me, and listen only to the voice within my voice-" ...and thusly we might communicate a while - or something like that. (Maybe.)
 
          I'll spare you now a long and windy essay on my thoughts about "Social Boundaries From The Safety And Anonymity Of Your Own Home, And Sentient Cyber-Expression En Masse", and just simply say that it all depends on your mood man...
  
          The mood you are writing in can only be implied, of course, and whatever mood you have chosen is only evident in degrees of clarity with the skill of the implier - as well as with the time spent on wording, punctuation, phraseology, and downright content. The mood with which you are reading in is entirely your own. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing that a virtual strangers inanimate words pixelated into Latin characters, formed in groupings on a computer-screen, has absolutely anything at all to do with YOU...
 
          This virtual stranger doesn't really know you at all �?do they? This random e-person doesn't understand your motivation, isn't aware of your deeds, has never seen your dreams. These words you see in front of you only have as much worth as you give them. If you enable these funny squiggly lines here, electrified out of thin air for you to have meaning, if you give them worth, then you allow yourself to feel whatever you choose to feel - all on your own. This "other" entity we sometimes believe "caused" our "insult" only exists in our own minds...  There is no insult...  There are only mystical words from nowhere imprisoned in a box.
 
          Take a deep breath, and try to remember where you are sometimes. Remember who you are sometimes. Remember just exactly what is REAL, and just exactly what it is that you are actually doing...  Maybe your totally serous about spreading the good word�?nbsp; the non word...?   Maybe you’re on a mission�?nbsp; maybe you’re just sitting...  having some virtual-fun�?nbsp; passing the time�?nbsp; maybe thinking about dinner...  maybe playing with yourself. But certain is certain as hell that you are not now, and NEVER HAVE BEEN involved in a fake Universe of cyber-fantasy shared by some faceless alias calling you virtual names!
 
 
          Unless you believe that you are...!
 
 
          And if you believe, my friend Neo (to bastardize a popular quote), then you are the ONE...
 
          You are the one who pissed yourself off; you are the one who insulted yourself; you are the only one who "makes" you feel anything, and you are the one who should shut the hell up and go play another less abrasive game where the big boys won't notice you - ya' fucking idiot!
 

Balance, Harmony, and Light,
~Kuyotí~