Stop bothering him? Who’s bothering him?
Are any of you bothering him?
Bothering him would consist of doing things like:
- Sending unwanted emails
- Mailing extortionate letters to people
- Making phone calls to people less than three minutes after finding out they’ve been granted a Stalking No Contact Order against you
- Tweeting directly at them after being told repeatedly to stop
- Commenting at blogs where you are clearly not welcome
Stuff like that.
Thankfully, this is the sort of thing that we expect only from demented freaks, Oedipal cyberstalkers, admitted, confessed, and adjudicated. People who email confessions of peace order violations to the State’s Attorney, who make shit up in their deteriorating minds and quickly decide it must be God’s truth delivered by the disembodied voices of what could only be His angels (*snerk*), and certainly not a symptom of the sociopathic narcissism and schizoid paranoia that are so plain to an objective observer and would be quickly diagnosed and treated after a proper psychiatric examination, and roundly mocked until the end of time.
That’s what it means to “bother” someone.
And we aren’t doing that at all.
All we’re doing is enjoying humorous conversation and Constitutionally protected mockery. There’s no carve-out in the First Amendment for butthurt, you know.
And so does he.
If he’s bothered, NOT MY PROBLEM. Nor any of yours. Comedians who can’t take a joke aren’t worth the piss wasted to put them out if they spontaneously combusted.
If I’m in a conversation I’m not enjoying, I go elsewhere.
There’s a word for people who keep going back for the same pain, the same avoidable suffering, the same…BOTHER, over and over and over again.
They scream in pain, because everyone screams in pain.
But they love it, too, and never want it to end. So they keep coming back. Because what they want – pain – and what they say they want – not to be bothered – are two very different things.
And the server of pain knows the difference. The clearest signal is the F5F5F5F5 knock at the door.
“Anybody here wanna make me dance like a monkey today?”
Who is the server of pain to say no?