There Are Two Kinds of People in This World

 


 Ok, I know that's not true. When I had my former blog I wrote a story using that sentiment. I used to hear that line from a family member all the time when I was a child. It's a silly thing to say. I don't even remember what the two kinds of people were I wrote about but it was all tongue in cheek.

Back then I had a few loyal followers who would stop by and leave a comment. I know I ruffled feathers at times and received a few harsh comments, but mostly fellow bloggers left nice comments. 

There was a blogger I followed who created interesting works of art. He was always respectful and polite. There was a person who followed him who started to leave comments on my blog. I'm not sure if they were romantically involved or even knew each other.

After I wrote my two kinds of people blog, I received a comment from her. She corrected me and told me there were more than two kinds of people and I was very narrow minded. Um, okay. I laughed it off and remember leaving a playcating response. She ticked me off, but I liked the art blogger so I didn't want to make a big deal over it.

But then I wrote a piece about those stupid photos women used to take where they dressed up in lingerie, added five pounds of make up and paid far too much for the forever memory. I posted a photo of my legs because as you see, I like to use visuals, mostly art I make.

A few days later I see a post on fellow artist's blog along with a photo of a pair of short and muscly legs. His follower wanted everyone to see her great legs.  She wanted us to see what the result of running every day could do. Hmmm... I found the timing odd, plus, she posted on the artist's blog, obviously with his permission. 

The last time she commented was regarding another silly post I wrote about men and boobs and how they knew how to draw that part of the anatomy exceptionally well. 

Again she left a comment stating that was simply not true. Breasts were hard to draw. Men were not good at drawing breasts.

Ugh. 

I see this phenomenon in the world more than I'd like. People who live in a literal world and have no concept of satire, sarcasm or figure of speech. I don't know what her problem was with me. I never visited her blog, never mentioned her at all. If you don't like what I write, move on. If you understand that I try to find humor in life, stick around. 

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