Now I’m just obsessing over cleaning every old shitty post up.
I dreaded the job that needed to be done, kept my mind focused on
other things, ignoring the inevitable. I hoped that players would take
their leave without my intervention. And some did…the good players.
It was the folks that lacked basic common sense, unable to hold a
conversation without offending every person in the virtual room,
making bewildering claims like “I dunno how to check my E-mail”…they
were the ones that remained, lingering like a wart you hope will go
away on its own.
Warts don’t go away, they have to be excised. It’s painful to do…and
painful to watch.