Okay, so yesterday I posted a link which somebody sent me over email to a “hexing” website called Damn Them! I guess I should have known better, but I was trying to give the person who sent it to me the benefit of the doubt. Anyway, I didn’t even say anything that bad about it; I merely said that I wished they had modified it so it wasn’t just a default Blogger page template. But the person who sent it (who I’m assuming is involved with or created it) totally flipped out on me, in what I consider a completely unjustified manner.

I would just like to remind everybody that I’m not a “happy fantasy gum-drop fairy,” and there are times that I don’t like things and that I have negative opinions and express them. Don’t like it? Fine. Go get all pissed off and claim you’ll never read my site again. I don’t even know you anyway, really. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for me. You’re just lucky enough that I’m even sharing something of myself in the first place.

But here’s what I especially hate: when somebody sends me something, saying they think I’ll like it, and I don’t flip my wig over it, and then they run off screaming. I mean, I didn’t even say all the bad things I actually thought about this “hexing” website. I held back because the person took the time to approach me, etc etc. But what I really think is that it’s just straight up stupid. And no, I don’t think hexing or cursing somebody over the internet is some kind of creepy occult danger zone. I don’t put enough credence in it for that (at least not in this website, anyway). I just think that it’s the kind of nonsense that isn’t worth wasting your time on. If you’ve got “beef” with somebody, go fucking tell them off. Punch them in the face. Kick them in the nuts. Key their car. Break something they love. Don’t sit there cowering in the den of your mom’s house, listening to the Cure, drawing sad faces in your Trapper-Keeper, sobbing softly to yourself as you type to some dubious stranger to put a “100% free, fast, customisable hex” on them. Have some fucking responsibility for your feelings and take charge of your goddamned life. And most importantly, don’t complain to me when I try to do just that for myself.