Fuck Civility

The first time someone asked me the question, I answered nicely.
The second time someone asked me the question, I answered nicely.
The third time someone asked me the question, I answered nicely.
The fourth time someone asked me the question, I referenced back the original three times.
The fifth time someone asked me the question, I referred again back to the original three times.
The sixth time someone asked me the question, I referred again back to the original three times.
The seventh time someone asked me the question, I got a little cold but answered it again.
The eighth time someone asked me the question, I got a little cold but answered it again.
The ninth time someone asked me the question, I got a little cold but answered it again.
The tenth time someone asked me the question, I pointed out I’d already answered it six times and encouraged them to read the previous answers.
The eleventh time someone asked me the question, I pointed out I’d already answered it six times and encouraged them to read the previous answers.
The twelfth time someone asked me the question, I pointed out I’d already answered it six times and encouraged them to read the previous answers.
The thirteenth time someone asked me the question, I got a bit sarcastic but answered it again.
The fourteenth time someone asked me the question, I got a bit sarcastic but answered it again.
The fifteenth time someone asked me the question, I got a bit sarcastic but answered it again.
The sixteenth time someone asked me the question, I asked why they hadn’t read any of the nine times I’d already answered the question.
The seventeenth time someone asked me the question, I asked why they hadn’t read any of the nine times I’d already answered the question.
The eighteenth time someone asked me the question, I asked why they hadn’t read any of the nine times I’d already answered the question.
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The hundred and first time someone asked me the question, I provided a list of links showing where the answer could be found
The hundred and second time someone asked me the question, I pointed out that just two posts ago, I provided a list of links that answered the question
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The five hundred and fourth time someone asked me the question, I linked them to the list of links helpfully compiled on the website that came up first when someone typed the question into google
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The thousand and twelfth time someone asked me the the question, I pointed out it had been answered many many times already and asked if they were too lazy to do a bit of homework or just too willfully stupid to comprehend the answer.
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The five thousand and thirty-second time someone asked me the question, I told them I was sick of dealing with over-privileged, misogynistic trolls who clearly weren’t asking the question in good faith, being that the answers were all over the damn place.
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The ten thousand and ninety-third time someone asked me the question, my response consisted of two words, the second of which was ‘off’.
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I’ve now been asked the question for the hundred thousand and forty-fifth time, and once again, someone is again purporting to be genuinely surprised I’m not absolutely thrilled at the thought of taking time out of my day to educate them on this easily available information while being polite, courteous, and absolutely understanding of my dehumanization and objectification because if I’m not, they can’t possibly ‘process’ the answer and therefore it’s all my fault when their bad behavior continues.

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About Kinda Strange

I am a student at the University of Phoenix majoring in information technology. This is where I come to babble incoherently…err…make notes, talk about things that catch my interest, share ideas, etc...
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