Compliments for Commenters

~ Clarissa

There are people who comment on the blog but there are also many people who read and never comment. Often, readers turn into fans of specific commenters. It’s like we are all characters in a reality show people are watching. I constantly get questions and compliments directed at the commenters.

So, commenters, please know: you are liked and discussed over dinner around the world. 

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25 thoughts on “Compliments for Commenters”

  2. This is actually quite frightening. I always have the illusion of invisibility on the internet. Not very good news for a strong introvert. At least I didn’t upload my photo to Gravatar.

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      1. So is “Clarissa” also a character who is not you in reality but a different entity? From this aspect we are also only characters in our offline everyday lives.

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        1. People are often scared of me after reading the blog. And then they meet me and realize that I’m the most accepting, tolerant, sweet, charming and warm person ever.

          The analyst told me that the kind of abuse I experienced in early childhood results in what is known as “infant rage.” It’s incurable and the rage will never go away. So I either find an outlet for the rage or I start taking the rage out on people around me. I don’t want to become abusive so I take the rage on the blog. I rant and rave about vile freakazoids, Putinoids, privilege hunters, etc and then I can be a fluffy teddy bear to the people around me. It’s perfect. 🙂

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          1. “It’s incurable and the rage will never go away.”

            So there’s no hope for the cursed. It’s good to know. 🙂

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          2. I rant and rave about vile freakazoids, Putinoids, privilege hunters, etc and then I can be a fluffy teddy bear to the people around me. It’s perfect. 🙂

            I just envisioned an angry Snuggles bear ranting about Putinoid privilege hunting freakazoids banging on a keyboard. :p

            [Actually Snuggles is terrifying.]

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    1. Yes, I think you’d be much more suited for breakfast (thin strips fried with hashbrowns) or maybe lunch (ground up and served in sloppy joes). Maybe even supper in a nice soup with fresh yeast rolls.

      But dinner? I don’t think so….

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    2. People in Australia are excellent for dinner, because they just wake up in the morning when Americans want to eat their dinner. They’re rested and relaxed, therefore make much better steaks.

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      1. “People in Australia are excellent for dinner …”

        I’ll take your word for it — I’ve never been able to finish eating an Australian in one sitting. 🙂

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  6. “Yeah, that guy Jones, he’s probably some former Oxford don who flipped out one day and started torturing Smurfs in a clandestine cartoon factory somewhere in Honduras …”

    Hopefully I’m not being talked about over dinner. 🙂

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    1. Actually you have two inproportionally huge front teeth, a turquoise head, and your wear your pink brain outside of your skull. Your legs are incredibly thin, and you don’t have a nose. Why wouldn’t you being talked about over dinner? 😎

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  7. I can confirm what Clarissa wrote here. My girlfriend, an avid reader of this blog, has never posted any comment. She’s a big fan of musteryou!

    Let’s make a pact. If any of us wins the lottery, we organize a get-together for Clarissa and all the regular posters at a nice resort or something. Should be fun.

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