So, if you spend as much time as I do on YouTube, you most likely have an account there. You know, a profile page, subscriptions, favorites, the whole bit. And if you spend half as much time on there as I do, you know that in the comments sections under the videos, often times you’ll find complete whack jobs who say the damnedest things. And if you have half a brain, you’ll let those whack jobs make complete fools of themselves and just go about your business.
Or if you have a brain that boasts its number of remaining cells in the negative column, like mine, you might find yourself wrapped up in a scenario that goes something like this:
You receive in your email, notification that someone has replied to a comment that you left months ago on a video featuring a member of your favorite (at the time) band. You click on it only to find that your glowing comment has been completely overshadowed by a mean, vindictive diatribe touting (mostly) the physical appearance of said band member. You find yourself in a highly agitatated state and fiercely type a response in defense of the innocent musician. And then you forget about it.
That is, until a couple of days later when you find a message from said whack job in your YouTube inbox. (I am tempted to share it and the two consecutive messages that I received the following two days which were even more incriminating, but what’s left of my better judgment prevents me from doing so. They were derogatory comments made directly toward me, I’m assuming based in the information contained on my profile. Oh, yeah and what I said to him in a message I sent back before I blocked him. I don’t recommend that either… But I learned a valuable lesson, thank you very little.)
Then when you are lying in bed stewing about it, you realize with a start, that your profile on YouTube proudly (ahem) displays a link to your blog and your mind starts racing as you further realize that the whack job, as well as the entire universe and all the whack jobs it contains has access to it. To it, and all your cherished readers who are friends AND family. In a mild panic, you race out of your nice, warm bed and down the stairs and proceed to remove the link to your blog from your YouTube profile page. Mind still racing, the thought enters your mind that there is a very real possibility that WJ has already visited there an maybe even bookmarked it and your blog may very well have become a tool for WJ to hunt you down and use against you however (he) sees fit.
Okay. Take a breath. I fully realize that I may have over-reacted and/or imagined a result that is or could be all blown out of proportion. On the other hand, you just never know, now do you? You and I both know there are crazies out there who could be teetering on the fence between whack job and serial killer. And all it might take is some innocent (what?) and naive broad like myself to tweak a nerve and get the twitching started.
But I want you to know that what prompted me to shut the old blog down was to protect you guys. Some of us are more anonymous than others. I made my blog roll private. I started disabling links to you and your blogs. I’ve enabled comment moderation for the time being. I would like to have your permission for the time being whether or not to post your comments. I need time to decide if I’ve over-reacted to this or not. (Whether or not I over-reacted is not the issue here, I think.) Right now I’m working on removing the comments listed on my sidebar. I’m sure this is a “duh” and I will figure it out soon…
I need your thoughts on this. While a possibility, even a teeny one, exists that I may have introduced an “unstable influence” into our midst or even if I haven’t, I want you to feel free to decide for yourself if you still want to comment here;anonymously or not, be removed from my Flickr pics or whatever. And if you want to ask me anything, feel free, here or by email.
I also just want you to think about this for a bit… Because it sure has made me think. And it will definitely affect the way I relate from now on on the good ol’ Internet. If you come back tomorrow and are presented with a page that demands a password, it will only mean that my mind kicked back in protective gear. It could happen. I’m seriously thinking of deleting this whole blog and starting another. To do that, though, would piss me off pretty royally.