From rone@netcom.com Fri Aug 25 23:22:35 PDT 1995 Article: 204129 of talk.bizarre Xref: netcom.com talk.bizarre:204129 Newsgroups: talk.bizarre From: rone@netcom.com (go away) Subject: Oh, *i* get it now Message-ID: Date: Sat, 26 Aug 1995 06:17:24 GMT It finally set into my brain, exactly why Solberg's goodbye really annoyed me so much. No, be honest, you idiot: it pissed me off. Yeah, much better. Not that he's leaving. Oh, no, that's more of a forlorn feeling, almost immediate nostalgia, a sense of loss, mourning. Yeah, mourning. He's dead, as far as we're concerned, see. He's ceased to exist. He committed suicide. But that's merely tragic, not irritating. No, the whole thing is a chafing matter because he had the arrogance to dismiss us. His friends. His fans. Whatever. I'm sure he has friends out in the "Real World". People who admire him should be in no short supply. But, since we're just an image on his computer screen, a tinkling in his computer's mailspool, hey, fuck US, man. "I'm leaving, see, and there's nothing you can do about it, and i'm leaving because this sucks, see, not that you suck, see, but everything in general sucks, and my life sucks, and, actually, some of you suck, see, but that's not your, those of you who don't suck, that is, fault, but, hey, it happens. I know i'm telling this to you in public, but, anyway, don't tell me anything, because i don't want to hear it, not because i hate you, see, but i just don't like the medium of communication. You know. See? I decided this would be a good time to let you know, because i just met you all and i loved meeting you and you guys are awesome and i know you loved me, see, so it's, like, perfect closure, see, and i really don't want to go, but i think this all sucks and, well, i gotta do my own thing. Ciao." Thanks a whole lot, pal. You know we fucking love you, man. If you wanna do your own thing, we'll back you 100%. That's what friends are for. But take your formal, straightlaced, apologetic goodbye, crumple it up, and shove it into your right ear canal with a Q-Tip. OK? You have to go? Go. But don't tell us not to care. Fuck you. You matter. OK? You work your shit out. You make sure you come back. And you make sure that when you DO come back, you come back a happier, more satisfied person, and much, MUCH wiser, so that you won't be fucking around with us the next time something "important" rolls along that merits your full attention. You're not the only one who thinks this place stinks to high heaven sometimes. You're not the only one whose "real life" is in the pits. You're not the only one who has disagreements with other people here. So learn to cope like an adult. You proved you were an adult when you handled HOTT.BOB. Time to step up to the plate again. Remember, we're all behind you, 100%. So go on and kick ass. And that goes for any other of you fucking pansies out there with a problem, OK? Don't like it? Send me mail. Let ME be your fucking psychotherapist; i promise not to force you to hit twice for an answer. 5150 anyone who can forward a hardcopy of this to MISTER solberg, please do. i'll pay postage. -- I might be crazy over you / and you tell me No excuse to lose it over you / and you tell me So impatient wait to light the fuse / and you tell me