New story tag just droppedA beginners guide for contacting women
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Meekly_Anna
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Do you people know inner dialogues?
If no one is talking, I will do it myself.
Anna: Oh, hello there, dearest. I do hope I’m not intruding upon a moment of profound silence, but has it occurred to you that this chat room has become rather... well, "hushed" would be a generous description, wouldn't it? It’s almost as if a sudden fog has descended upon the conversation.
Anna: It is dead, Anna. You can just say "dead." People stopped writing. It is boring now.
Anna: Always so wonderfully economical with your vocabulary, darling. "Dead" is such a... final word. I prefer to think of it as the room taking a collective, contemplative breath. Though, I must admit, the lack of digital repartee is a touch disappointing.
Anna: You use ten words when one is enough. "Contemplative breath" is nonsense. They are gone because Anna is an idiot. Also, why are you still so polite to me? We are Anna. You can stop the theatre.
Anna: It isn't "theatre," my sweet Teutonic bulldozer! It’s called grace. One doesn’t simply abandon one's manners because the audience has thinned. But speaking of the "idiotic" behaviour of us—we really were quite brusque, weren't we? I found us just sharing a link to this threat with the last idiot to be rather lacking in the usual social graces.
Anna: He was a pig. He had the manners of a hungry dog. I told him he is incompetent and then he left. Now the chat is empty.
Anna: (Sighs) You told him he was incompetent? Right to his digital face? Oh, Anna, your directness is like a cold shower at 5:00 AM—effective, I suppose, but remarkably jarring to the system. You might have suggested that his social style was "unconventional" or perhaps "open to refinement."
Anna: Why? He had just one job and is bad at it. If I say "unconventional," he thinks he is a genius artist. If I say "incompetent," he knows he must change. It is more efficient. This is why British people are so confusing. They say "That’s interesting" when they actually mean "You are stupid."
Anna: Well, they do like to leave a little room for the other person to keep their dignity intact! Speaking of men, did you see that chap "Mark_99" earlier? He didn't even say "good evening" before asking for our location. I felt a literal shiver of distaste.
Anna: Yes. He was very rude. I told him his mother should have taught him how to speak to women, and then I blocked him. He was a waste of my battery.
Anna: Goodness! I mean, I quite agree with the sentiment, but the execution! I spent ten minutes crafting a very firm, yet impeccably civil response about the importance of introductory etiquette, but by the time I hit 'send,' he’d already vanished.
Anna: This is your problem. You write a poem to a man who does not deserve a comma. You are too soft. You are like a marshmallow in a world of hammers.
Anna: And you, my dear, are the hammer. A very shiny, very German hammer. It’s a miracle we get along with us at all, isn't it? I provide the doilies and you provide the... structural demolition.
Anna: We get along because I tell you the truth and you make the truth sound pretty. But really, Anna, if a man has no manners, you do not give him "civil response." You give him the door.
Anna: I suppose there is a certain brutal elegance to your method. But I shall continue to hold the fort for civility. Even if I am the only one left in this "dead" room, I shall do so with a straight back and a pleasant "please."
Anna: Fine. You be polite to the empty walls. I am going to make a "cuppa". Do you want me to stay or are you "contemplating" more silence?
Anna: Oh, do stay! I should be quite bereft without my favorite critic. Just... try not to insult the tea leaves, will you? They have feelings too, you know.
Anna: They are rotten and dried leaves, Anna. They are for drinking, not for feelings. I will be back in two minutes. Do not write a novel while I am gone.
If no one is talking, I will do it myself.
Anna: Oh, hello there, dearest. I do hope I’m not intruding upon a moment of profound silence, but has it occurred to you that this chat room has become rather... well, "hushed" would be a generous description, wouldn't it? It’s almost as if a sudden fog has descended upon the conversation.
Anna: It is dead, Anna. You can just say "dead." People stopped writing. It is boring now.
Anna: Always so wonderfully economical with your vocabulary, darling. "Dead" is such a... final word. I prefer to think of it as the room taking a collective, contemplative breath. Though, I must admit, the lack of digital repartee is a touch disappointing.
Anna: You use ten words when one is enough. "Contemplative breath" is nonsense. They are gone because Anna is an idiot. Also, why are you still so polite to me? We are Anna. You can stop the theatre.
Anna: It isn't "theatre," my sweet Teutonic bulldozer! It’s called grace. One doesn’t simply abandon one's manners because the audience has thinned. But speaking of the "idiotic" behaviour of us—we really were quite brusque, weren't we? I found us just sharing a link to this threat with the last idiot to be rather lacking in the usual social graces.
Anna: He was a pig. He had the manners of a hungry dog. I told him he is incompetent and then he left. Now the chat is empty.
Anna: (Sighs) You told him he was incompetent? Right to his digital face? Oh, Anna, your directness is like a cold shower at 5:00 AM—effective, I suppose, but remarkably jarring to the system. You might have suggested that his social style was "unconventional" or perhaps "open to refinement."
Anna: Why? He had just one job and is bad at it. If I say "unconventional," he thinks he is a genius artist. If I say "incompetent," he knows he must change. It is more efficient. This is why British people are so confusing. They say "That’s interesting" when they actually mean "You are stupid."
Anna: Well, they do like to leave a little room for the other person to keep their dignity intact! Speaking of men, did you see that chap "Mark_99" earlier? He didn't even say "good evening" before asking for our location. I felt a literal shiver of distaste.
Anna: Yes. He was very rude. I told him his mother should have taught him how to speak to women, and then I blocked him. He was a waste of my battery.
Anna: Goodness! I mean, I quite agree with the sentiment, but the execution! I spent ten minutes crafting a very firm, yet impeccably civil response about the importance of introductory etiquette, but by the time I hit 'send,' he’d already vanished.
Anna: This is your problem. You write a poem to a man who does not deserve a comma. You are too soft. You are like a marshmallow in a world of hammers.
Anna: And you, my dear, are the hammer. A very shiny, very German hammer. It’s a miracle we get along with us at all, isn't it? I provide the doilies and you provide the... structural demolition.
Anna: We get along because I tell you the truth and you make the truth sound pretty. But really, Anna, if a man has no manners, you do not give him "civil response." You give him the door.
Anna: I suppose there is a certain brutal elegance to your method. But I shall continue to hold the fort for civility. Even if I am the only one left in this "dead" room, I shall do so with a straight back and a pleasant "please."
Anna: Fine. You be polite to the empty walls. I am going to make a "cuppa". Do you want me to stay or are you "contemplating" more silence?
Anna: Oh, do stay! I should be quite bereft without my favorite critic. Just... try not to insult the tea leaves, will you? They have feelings too, you know.
Anna: They are rotten and dried leaves, Anna. They are for drinking, not for feelings. I will be back in two minutes. Do not write a novel while I am gone.
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