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That's What She Said.
Look, we need to talk.

This isn't working for me. It really isn't. I know you have your own world outside of chatspace and I know that society itself lends to following certain thought patterns regarding social interactions. But I need you to understand that chat isn't like it was in kindergarten or on Facebook or around the dinner table.

We frequent a chatroom. Cyberspace. We are real people altering ourselves (even if we don't realize it) to interact in an intangible setting with other people doing the same thing. In theory there's a common goal. In this case it is writing. Which lends itself to drama, stereotyping, and making things up more so than is already going to happen somewhere where people are responsible for their own accountability. Stupid things are going to happen, sorry. That's why there are ops. And I am an op.

If you have a problem or a question then I will always, always listen to you. Private Message me or e-mail me with any issue or concern you have and I am on it. I don't care if I like you, loathe you, or banned you last year for being a douche-bag from Belgium who made racial/cultural slurs towards chatters he'd just met. I'll listen and act as appropriate. That's my job as an op.

But I am also going to be myself and as honest as I can manage. I am not a happy bouncy person who lies to people and says how wonderful everyone is. If you do something silly I am going to call you on it. Compared to some of the other chatters I am mean. I try to be as clear with people as I can be.

But it is a chatroom so things can be misconstrued. I get it. That's why I'm here, now, trying to talk to you.

I expect you to be able to handle people without resorting to pre-school antics and passive-aggressive techniques. I expect you to form clear thoughts and type coherently and take everything in the chatroom with a grain of salt and skin thicker than a wet tissue. I expect you to say something to me if there is a problem.

I am not there to coddle your frail psyche and boost your flagging self-esteem because your boss yelled at you or you broke your nail or you gained six ounces since last week.

I am not there to do your homework for you.

We are in a writing chatroom. Theoretically we talk about writing and life that pertains to writing and our muses.

In everything else we are individuals. And as an individual I am sarcastic, easily amused, and I tend to feel compelled to balance out the sticky-sweet pap our 'good girls' spew on a regular basis with something more realistic. I will tell you what I am thinking. I will treat each Speshul Snowflake just like every other Speshul Snowflake and I won't lose sleep over it.

I am not your mother. I am a random person in the internet volunteering her time to keep the room safe and manageable for the masses.

No where in there did I sign up to be a liar or a fake or placate your individual ideals of what you deserve.

If you can't handle that, then there are dozens of other people to talk to.

Just remember I am an op and I will always listen to any problem you have about the chatroom. And I will do my best to fix it.