Now when you read this post you are going to say, “Rachael, are you crazy!?”
And I’m going to say, “Oh, are you new to this blog?”
I have never done the chat room thing, until one day a few months ago. I heard that chat rooms were on the way out… so, I thought I’d better check one out before they disappear, but much to my surprise there still seems to be plenty of them out there, Lord help us!
I thought it might make good fodder for the blog and that much was certainly true.
It was like a Tourette’s convention on steroids! Twitter on its worst day was never this bad!
I was on for 10 or so minutes the first day and I actually talked with an intelligent soul from South Africa and I thought that it just might be possible that intelligent chat rooms do exist after all? Obviously, I was wrong.
It seems that most people on chat are devoid of a sense of humor and do not appreciate it if you are intelligent.
I don’t know how many times I got the condescending… “I’m not smart like you.“
And this was in the chat room named aptly enough: “Philosophy, I think therefore I am.”
They have a version of private chat and not being the most savvy socially aware person, I left it on. Up popped jerk #1. He wanted to know what I looked like and my weight. So, I told him I weighed 550 pounds and had no hair.
I thought if he had a sense of humor at all he’d say, at the very least, “LOL” or better yet he would ask me if I had ever doubled for Shamu the whale at Sea World.
But, no he was looking for something else, so after calling me a name I won’t repeat, he blocked me.
Goodbye jerk #1. I decided I have had enough for one day.
“You are not saying you went back!” I hear you cry in protest.
I am afraid so. I’ll do anything for a blog post.
“What in the world is wrong with you?” I can hear you thinking.
The doctors are still working on that one and when I know,you will.
I try the 30+ chat room,on the same site,thinking that they may be less..how can I say this nicely?… well, I can’t…less stupid. I was wrong.
I talk to a fairly nice guy. Like I said, he was a fairly nice guy, full of bull crap perhaps, but he kept it clean. He was in the army and I think he said he was an engineer of some type, he couldn’t spell engineer, but I won’t hold that against him.
When you first arrive in the chat room your private chat link stays open. I found this out, because while I was talking to Mr. Nice Bull-crapper, in the Tourette’s like room, up pops 24-year-old jerk #2 on private chat.
The first thought I had was, “I thought this was over 30- ville, what are you doing here?”
And then I thought, “Why?” I didn’t lie about my age.
Didn’t deter Mr. Horny Britches. His exact words, close as I can remember, where: “Mature or not I wouldn’t mind.”
Although, somewhat of a cryptic message, I got his meaning.
I do realize and am very grateful that it wasn’t any worse than this, it could have been.
I look for away to turn off private chat, but before I figure it out, jerk # 3 pops up. He is a “photogruffer”. He says I take a nice “pickture” and calls me babe. I think his eye-sight must be faulty, but be that as it may, I will never be sure what gems I would have gotten from him, because I figured out (finally!) how to turn off the private chat.
I say goodbye to nice bull-crapper and leave the room.
Will I go back? I am struggling with that one, the comedian in me says there is a lot of material there. Don’t judge, it is kind of like research.
But, the normal(? )Rachael is saying run away, run far, far away!
I think I am going to listen to the sane Rachael for a change, because no matter how good the material is , it is not always a good thing to immerse yourself in too much research.
I wrote this a long time ago and you may be glad to know I never went back. How this appeals to people, well, I can’t figure that out and the next time curiosity gets the best of me, I’m gonna ignore it. Have you ever gone to a chat room, good or bad experience?