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The art of doing nothing - I'm an expert in it and unfortunately its a forgotten art in this age where hyperactivity is glorified...
Random Xpressions
On days like this I ask myself what's even the point of this blog anymore. I have been gone for three days and not a singular ask or case arrived meanwhile. Instead, I receive anonymous complaints telling me that they dislike my personality, my behaviour, that I am too immature, and many more. They basically say all I do is wrong and then 'suggest how to be better' according to their own preferences. Telling me to reconsider my behaviour. Even 'threatening' to 'boycott' me (how does that even work, are you going to stop sending me cases? The person threatening probably doesn't even have any cases anyway) What am I, a puppet on a string? Dancing however you want me to? Just because you are displeased? If you don't like my character I don't even understand why you are on my blog to begin with. Given the blog is literally about me and my life. I know people dislike my personality, even more when I am face to face with them, I am used to that. I know I am difficult to deal with, that the majority of people don't like me. But then having the audacity to demand me to change and even telling me how to change because 'you know it so much better', that's a whole other level of audacity. Why should I want to change because people continuously criticise me? Do you think I changed because of all the people that yelled directly in my face how much they hate me? That's not how you get people to change, quite the opposite. You just make them worse.
At least have the courage to show yourself and stand by your words instead of hiding in anonymous shadows. Are the words of some anonymous even worth anything? You can't be that convinced of your words if you don't want them associated with yourself.
All that just seems discouraging. When the negative starts to outweight the positive what even is the point anymore?
Another Sherlock Holmes rant (because we do that here now apparently). I have noticed how much people just don't seem to get Sherlock Holmes. Two years ago, Netflix was sued for making Sherlock Holmes "too emotional". Not to disrespect anyone, but I think BBC Sherlock played a large part in the promotion of that misconception, what with the regular "high-functioning sociopath" nonsense. Most respectfully, all of these claims are bullshit, and I will die on this fucking hill.
For the unaware:
Sherlock Holmes is not a Machine.
I don't think I can convey the full extent of my outrage through just words. Because Sherlock Holmes had been written to be a human being right from the beginning and the Doyle and co are illiterate heathens if they believe otherwise. So gear up, folks, because this is going to be a long ride.
Those who have read the books will know how downplayed the BBC Sherlock first meeting scene was. Sure, Holmes was in a lab, sure Stamford introduced them and sure Watson was awed by the man. But that is it. Literally the first thing Holmes ever said in the books was "I found it! I found it!" And it is worth noting that he was shouting this at the top of his lungs. The description goes, ahem:
Had he discovered a gold mine, greater delight could not have shone upon his features......“Ha! ha!” he cried, clapping his hands, and looking as delighted as a child with a new toy. “What do you think of that?”
So this is the first meeting and the first emotion we see on this man is not indifference, is not concentration. It is childish, unfiltered joy at finding out something new. So for emotion 1 we get Delight.
Fast forward a few paragraphs and they are talking about lodgings. And this Holmes is actually interested in discussing matters instead of spouting his vices at rocket speed. This instantly has the effect of making him seem considerate. And when he asks about whether Watson has a problem with him playing the violin, he does so anxiously. Almost like living with someone who hates your guts would actually be inconvenient. Huh. So we get a little bit of Anxiety as the next emotion.
Moving on, we find that Sherlock Holmes is not at all brash. In fact, he is rather kind and gentle under normal circumstances. Consider this:
Holmes was certainly not a difficult man to live with. He was quiet in his ways, and his habits were regular.
And this:
When any of these nondescript individuals put in an appearance, Sherlock Holmes used to beg for the use of the sitting-room, and I would retire to my bed-room. He always apologized to me for putting me to this inconvenience.
What does this tell us? That Sherlock Holmes is not the arsehole he is depicted to be in media. He is perfectly capable of acting civilized. Of course, what we must remember is that this is very, very early on during their acquaintance, so it's possible Holmes has some inhibitions. That shows us he is perfectly aware and capable of behaving functionally when he thinks he's supposed to. It's only later that he grows comfortable with Watson and abandons social formalities.
Wow, that was long. Maybe I'll do a second part sometime. Until then, people who want to criticise my opinion, I'll be waiting. (I'll see you in hell)
To this nonnie or nonnies.
I appreciate the enthusiasm, but my fics take time.
When I get off Nick's dick, you'll know. ❤️
Repeat After Me:
Nobody is entitled to stuff someone does for free—fandom content or otherwise. If we delete it and move on, we’re allowed to do that. You have no right to come to someone’s face and bitch about it or whine.
I'm still getting people upset about me leaving fandom(s) I'm no longer a part of or stopping a fanfic/ comic/ ect because I lost the interest for whatever reason.
From someone who already has enough emotional distress in her life: Please stop it.
I don’t have to produce shit for you unless you pay me. I'm not your damn monkey. I don’t know what happened to fandoms in recent years but everyone acts so damn entitled and it’s enough to suck the joy out of creating for anybody!
Seriously, it makes me wanna pack up my bags and stop putting stuff online.
Fucking. Stop.
You finally said you weren't a machine.
Did I? I thought that has been obvious since years.