It's me. And I'm not shy of admitting it, here at least. If I admit at the scene of the crime, not only would I lose my mystique (I'm Batman.) but it would defeat the very purpose of disagreeing without owning it. I am punishing you, after all. Using means available to me, and keeping safely away from your 6 square reach on that touch attack of enraged mad-freakout.
When you're a douche, when you are crazy judgemental, when you join the "I Heart Cats" group and say "yeah, but dogs are better. In fact, cats are lame." I'll be there. Like Darkwing Duck. I am the disapproval that comes from nowhere.
When you've really upset me, and I feel that a public forum is not the place to have a logical discussion with someone who's obviously so far beyond crazy that crazy can't see you anymore, I look up your Ravelry profile. Then I click on "posts", then I hit every post you've ever done and disagree with it, just to be sure that you know someone hates you with every fiber of their being. When my anger winds down, I stop. Sometimes I don't get beyond 8 or so posts. Sometimes I get through all of them. (Those are the real dirtbags.) Then, when you bitch about the phantom disagree-er, I laugh and wipe a tear from my eye. It makes me happy.
I just wish it caused you some physical pain.
This is why we're friends.
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