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How it is, to be disbelieved, to have intention doubted, honour attacked.



But such is life online. Even in reality.



I suppose I shall pack a bag for my journey into purgatory.



Masterful puppetry, but these strings, I watch them dance with amusement and once, without worry.



Severed, I'd likely hang lifeless, a discarded doll, emptied of all my joy.



And sorrow take me, bleed me.



Perhaps I would have done better to hide, to remain silent, to not question, to accept blindly and to respond with all the right moves.



But that would have been deception, rather than the honesty of my foolishness- for trusting, for believing in others myself.



I see my folly now, I understand the way of it.



So be it.

I found out tonight that one of my dearest friends, has been betrayed- by both the woman that he loved and cared for, showed dignity and respect to and, a person who claimed friendship with him, took the good graces handed around and slithered his way into good company.



My suspicions on this snake's nature confirmed, my high opinion of the lady has been shattered.



Such a shame, for her sister and I met a long time ago now. We shared experiences and looked upon one another with mutual admiration, for a time.



I wonder at how many knew of this travesty of a trust abused.

Why the second 'B' is important...

WooOOOoooOOooo...



Am I intellectually devoid?



A further display of a truely arrogant and conceited stance, wherein the slander is directed at me, just as the mere suggestion of impropriety is levelled at the other, which clearly brought them an immediate misnomer of who I am.



I asked for privacy, to be left alone because I didn't like a person. I made it clear. I hid nothing of my opinion and gave it straight.



A nerve was clearly touched and the reaction brought the obvious truth of that persons hypocrisy and pettiness.



However, provocation does not end there, but continues in a futile attempt to denigrate my person.



A sad effort which wilted against the total inaccuracy of their judgement of me. I had made no such personal slight against the other, yet the vitriol which others have faced, was levelled then at myself.



This was proof enough for to know that the person I was given to assume was an asshole, really is.

"A narrow minded, short-sighted bigot, with no idea of how to treat a woman like a Lady."

oooh.



The number of permanent members is up to 50%...



And the page view count is at record levels.



With more members joining than are leaving each day.



VR is getting to be a busy place. lol



*smartens self up and starts acting professionally*



Maybe I should don a uniform...

I always manage to make it all the way through Schindlers List without a tear.



Then at the end, it gets me- when the real survivors are placing stones on his grave...ouch.

Why is it, that out of everyone on VR, the majority (there are some pleasant exceptions), of the people whom I get along with easiest with and enjoy the company of, are in the South and East of the US?



I swear, when I was there, it felt like I was born there. More like home than anywhere, (apart from a small strip of a village along Antonines wall in Scotland).



Life is funny like that...



Or I just have a thing for Southern charm. lol

Baby trolls abound- it must be spring.



Multi-selecta Bad Boi, boyaka!



>:)

Bob Woolmer is murdered in a high profile shocker.



You are American, then think of cricket as something like baseball, but even more boring. lol



English born Pakistan Coach murdered, after they are unceramoniously dumped out of the world cup.



Strangled and left with his head over the toilet. What a way to go...



Someone obviously was a bit unhappy with his performance. Not sure if losing a tournament justifies death, but it happens in other sports too.



It's just that cricket is supposed to be a gentlemans sport. Hence the phrase- "Thats just not cricket, old chap."



Murder certainly isn't...

Well spank me with a mackarel and call me Judy!



:P

I have seen better conversaton in the vamp box, than I read in these supposed 'chat' threads, which seem to be propogating in the sandbox faster than bunnies on heat.

After much consideration, a LOT of consideration, I have decided to put my intentions out there, to those who are in a real position to understand and act upon them.



I made this decision on my own, without advice from anyone else, nor permission, since as an individual, I believe I am within my right to make this choice.



Whether it does bear the fruit I hope for, is down to the others. But I would very much like for it to work out as I hope.



I know this is way cryptic to all, since not even a sausage knows what my intent was, before I made it known.



I fully believe it will be a 'good thing' and it is not without it's pitfalls, to be sure. I will be swimming against a tide of negative opinion on this- Of that, I am certain.



But really, I hope that it will be seen for the genuine statement of purpose which is contained in my words.



Of course, the results will also prove if those others are also of true intent to their words. Though that is not my aim to seek. Just a nifty side effect.



We shall see.



:)



*is a satisfied STABB*

Ooooh. Now I get it.



A few days back, I posted this journal entry:



"I am sad.



It is true.



My personality has this underlying moroseness that often shows itself in unexpected ways.



But conversely, I do try to laugh at the fact that I'm inherently EMO.



But I am sad for a reason. That reason is the promise of sweet nothings, whispered to me by false friends.



How it is to impart trust, to find that the other runs away with it, without even a thank you either!



Dirty bastards.



But no matter, the world is the mollusc of my choice and there are many fish with it.



In the sea, as it were, if, like some, you are seriously lacking a sense of humour."





Some people, think this refers to VR.



"Oh no, my young Jedi. You will find that it is you who are mistaken, about a great many things."

Some people just do NOT get the very concept of ironically self-effacing, satirical humour.



Perhaps British comedy is playing a different game than the rest of the world.



It doesn't seem to be appreciated as much as I think it ought to be. lol

"You are already a Vampire Rave Dominar. Acolyte powers are automatic."



Aww and hooray!



:P

I am sad.



It is true.



My personality has this underlying moroseness that often shows itself in unexpected ways.



But conversely, I do try to laugh at the fact that I'm inherently EMO.



But I am sad for a reason. That reason is the promise of sweet nothings, whispered to me by false friends.



How it is to impart trust, to find that the other runs away with it, without even a thank you either!



Dirty bastards.



But no matter, the world is the mollusc of my choice and there are many fish with it.



In the sea, as it were, if, like some, you are seriously lacking a sense of humour.

For those who might want to get personal with their Bullshit attitudes;



"The duties of Dominar are subjective. As a result, Dominars will oftentimes disagree (as will regular members...)



I give you guys latitude in making your decisions because of the inherent subjective nature of the position."



Thats from the man himself, the Lord Prince Holy Maker of the Sacred Vessel Vampire Rave.



As a result, I don't care a frying frog whether people like my decisions or not, since they are mine to make.



If this is a reason to make someone cry and pout, then they really need to open their eyes and realise that the world is a big, bad place.

Yes, soon.



It's been a lot of work, these last few weeks.



Sometimes, I wonder how I ever came to be. More importantly, I find myself asking why, all the more often.