A lot of my infamous rage on this blog is, if not feigned, at least greatly exaggerated. Rants are funny, I like being funny, so what could be better than funny rants?
Underneath the faux rage is, however, a very real build up of genuine anger. I’m frustrated with some attitudes, and some people. And some day, I’m not going to bite my tongue anymore.
It’s already starting to show. Part of the problem is, of course, in my own attitudes. I often tell myself, in relation to horseback riding, that the horse only misbehaves as much as I let him. If I don’t get respect it’s because I’ve given people little to no reason to. If people don’t do what they’re supposed to, it’s because there’s no repercussions if they don’t.
I’m standing on the edge of changing all that. Brotherhood of Oblivion is my guild. Not Steve’s, not Josh’s, not anyone else’s. I do want as many people happy as possible, yes. It is not, in any way shape or form, all about me. But right now, it is not in my best interest or theirs that GMing BoO makes me miserable. And you know what? It’s making me miserable.
Not any more.
I have my pointy stick, and my sand, and I shall be drawing some lines. If you cross them I will POKE YOU IN THE MOTHER FUCKING EYE.
I want to continue having fun in raids, killing bosses while having ribald conversations about buttsechs-but I want to do it without being talked over in vent during loot. Tell jokes about how I get lost in Gruul’s and ToC, but don’t arms tank when I explicitly tell you not to. Be my lovably dorky crew without…you know…being douchebags.