Wolfgang, I appreciate your comment on my blog.

Three things I want to say:

1) Whenever my comments exceed a certain length, I always make them their own post, because people shouldn’t have to scroll past four pages of my stuff to read other comments. This was not meant to seem high and mighty.

2) I apologize for having offended you, but my objection to your post has nothing - ultimately - to do with video games, or the nature of humanity, or anything like that. You could have just as easily made the post about how you prefer 24 to Desperate Housewives, or how you hate to read non-fiction, or how your favourite flavour of Doritos is Cool Ranch.

My objection was solely because you were smug enough to title the post “I Love Being Correct”. A post that was based solely on your subjective outlook on an experience. It is lunacy, and I cannot even put that lunacy into words. A person’s opinion cannot be correct compared to the opinion of another.

Binks’ banned this kind of nonsensical stuff on his blog because he knows that it is the kind of stuff that tears apart friendships. He clearly possesses far more sense than you or I.

3) While reading your comment, I felt a gnawing sense of guilt in the pit of my stomach. I’ve felt this guilt all too well before. I typically say a lot of things without thinking and a lot of people get hurt. I’m sure that more than a few people who will read this can testify to that. I never intend to hurt anyone’s feelings though. I have a temper that is a little hard to control and write things in the moment that should never be written. So, yeah. I felt guilty because once again I had gone too far and offended someone.

But then, you beat the guilt right out of me and it is gone.

It dawned on me that you act extremely offended because of how I fired back at you in response to your post. But then you admit to me in your comment - without even trying to conceal your motives - that the reason you posted this thing in the first place was to see what kind of reaction you would get out of me.

You did it because you like seeing me fly off the handle. You find my reactions to this kind of stuff entertaining. I’m glad to know I possess merit in your eyes. I am glad that my flaws can provide you with a few minutes or hours of enjoyment.

If this is how you get your kicks, then I have no decent words for you either.

[Condensed version of this is posted in the comments on your blog Wolfgang, in case you never return here to read this.]