This, however, came from a person whom I may have come across in passing here, but never really interacted with. I did recognize his icon, though, which is quite distinctive.
My reaction to his unprovoked attack was, quite naturally, defensive. In fact, I was inclined to track him down and, in the vernacular of navy sailors, “rip his tits”. Before doing so, though, I did what he had apparently neglected to do before he so precipitously maligned me—I decided to check him out.
I read his profile, and I was interested to find out that we had quite a few things in common. I read some samples of his writing and commentary. Not bad. I found that he was thoughtful, sensitive, intelligent, and not hesitant to discuss his feelings openly, unlike many guys.
All in all, I came to the conclusion that he appeared, on the surface, at least, to be quite a decent human being. He and I share a great deal, both experientially and even, dare I say, philosophically. He displays a sense of humor that I find compelling, AND he seems to be a more than competent writer, who can spell, construct sentences and paragraphs skillfully, and organize his thoughts in a logical, readable manner.
I still can’t account for his vitriolic comment. Maybe he was having a bad day. I’ve had a few of those myself. In any case, it does seem rather unfortunate that he saw fit to lash out at me the way he did, without, I believe, having any real understanding of what and who I am.
Under different circumstances, I think, he and I might have had some worthwhile, mutually beneficial discussions. He seems to be the kind of guy I wouldn’t mind going to a ballgame with, or a snowshoe trip, accompanied by our dogs. We might have been able to commiserate with one another about our experiences with marriage and divorce, raising kids, unfulfilling careers, and disappointments and aspirations, among other things. We might have even ended up walking off into the sunset in a Humphrey Bogart/Claude Rains “Casablanca” moment.
I don’t think any of that is likely to happen under the present circumstances though, regrettably. Alas and alack.