If someone anonymous on the internet has the power to make you angry, you're doing something wrong and some time away is probably a good idea.
Yeah, I guess so. That was
such a dickhead move, though; I don't see how I could ever become immune to behavior like that. I took some time to relax and play games (making my way through Bluepoint's remake of Demon's Souls) and I'm a little more chill now.
It's not just the troll that made me blow a gasket, it's the seemingly stubborn refusal by theymos to soften up a little. In a never-ending sea of shitposting idiots, where's the logic in estranging an established, value-producing account?
One thing that really gets me to see red these days (because of stuff going on in my own life) is watching the consequences of poor decision making play out. I mean, it's going to take a
lot of convincing for me to appreciate how stonewalling TP on this issue has been the superior approach compared to either granting this request or just putting this thing to bed ~2 years ago with a polite "no".
My man, don't let that bug you to the point that it seems to be bugging you. In fact, put it right out of your mind and let's never think of it again, eh? I'd already accepted Theymos's silence as a refusal, so this is kind of all just fun and games.
Yep, you're a really good sport.
It's the one-two punch that pushed it over the edge for me (i.e. some malicious degenerate now squatting on your preferred name and the presumably indefensible logic behind how your request has been handled). You're being very cool about it, and I admire you for that, but my blood runs a little hotter and I would personally be pretty pissed at this point.
Sadly, I guess the party has been cancelled now that The Pharmacist will not be changing his name.
Exactly, think of the party, man! Foxpup, looking all sultry in a haze of marijuana smoke and killer bees. The haunting silhouette of people dancing by moonlight to good german techno, each clutching a salami and wearing nothing but a prized vintage gaming accessory. The comforting sound of long cords whipping around in the darkness. The occasional shriek of pain. That all too familiar scent of freshly-thawed dodo (I know a guy) sizzling on the coals and the loamy smell of nighttime ritual...
There's still hope:
I specifically asked Theymos if they could remove the inactive and banned account that previously used this name and change my name into it.
