The one thing that keeps me from falling into that trap is my interests are pretty varied. I often have one main hobby, but several other interests. I would say the worst I ever was towards a mono-hobby was when I was into paintball. But even then I enjoyed other things. In fact I cemented several industry friends due to our mutual interests outside of paintball.
And as for my name, I had this since at least 1996. Many years before I actually owned a gun. It was based more on vampires and goth stuff.
Well my initial example was ALL the different foodie types, and then examples of several other hobbyist, from pot heads to āSports fans, car people, gun people, gamers, etcā
Look, Iām not the one āgatheringā inflammatory crazy talk in the guise of tearing down someone you disagree with.
Your quickly-escalating remarks made it sound like you had very peculiar notions of the boundaries between good-natured ribbing between friends, hateful bullying and possibly hate crime (āperpetrated?ā really?), so itās not exactly the kind of thing conducive to further debate.
But then I remembered you were the one who casually, weirdly, had this to add to a soap and deodorant discussion:
So mild joking about vegans being talky = unacceptable, hurtful stereotyping, but a blanket, deadpan statement about non-vegans stinking of death = just fine?
Let me know if my rampant habit of forming assumptions from little information is getting the better of me, but Iām guessing now your fight-picking attitude didnāt come from an anti-humor politically correct bore worldview after all.
You were apparently just offended about a personally sensitive subject, and since that was never my intention I apologize.
Sort of stalkerish there, and a weird way to declare a truce (meat eaters do smell different to me) but whatever, Iām not in a battle here. Truce, peace, etc.
Iām sure you could dress it up with a Harris Tweed kilt and not only will narcissists treat you better, theyāll be amazed how dapper and Celtic they look around you.
