I'm not wearing anything green today, except maybe there's some on the socks inside my boots, but

[fflo]

... I wouldn't bet on it.  Is it too much to ask for for me to acknowledge Ireland on ONE DAY OF THE YEAR by my choice of attire?  Yes.  Yes, it is.

The eBay harrasser thinks I'm mean for not seeing her message for the loving concern that it was.  She also threatens to report me to eBay.  I've just asked her again to stop writing to me.  The odds seem higher that she'll write again (possibly because I said that) than that I have some green on my socks inside my boots.  It was probably not the better choice to repeat my request to her.  Oh well.

Oh, well.

Oh!  Well.

Well well well.

Comments

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

It's not that you should keep the old doll for sentimental value. The truth is that it is cursed and you cannot be rid of it. Your eBay harrassser is actually the ghost a little girl who was murdered in the doll factory for her hair and her bones which were carved into doll's eyes.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

*shudder*

[queerbychoice.livejournal.com]

Well, well, well.

I concur with peteralway's conclusion above.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

omg

super-creepy

[paperkingdoms]

I am now imagining a person who systematically trawls through eBay listings telling people not to sell; that they'll regret it, that they should enjoy the sentimental value of the item for sale.

You'll regret selling those clothes your kiddo grew out of!
You'll regret selling that odd garage sale find that you never found anything to do with!
You'll regret selling accouterments for AbandonedHobby!
You'll regret selling poorly made bulk items!
You'll regret selling that tambourine!
You'll regret selling that slightly damaged board game!

And then briefly flashed to the world in which people respond "oh, you're right, I should totally keep this unwanted stuff, thank you! I now realize I have always loved these worn flowered ballet flats dearly, and would be distraught without them."

It started to segue into a crappier version of "Cat Pictures, Please" mashed up with the junk-lady character from Labyrinth.

... and then I decided it really *really* was bedtime.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

I love this reply. :)

It occurred to me to point out to her that eBay might not be too thrilled with her, if/when she reported me, for discouraging people from getting them money. The thing that really got me, though, is that her intervention was annoying enough with her wrong about how I feel, but the more right she would be, were she more right, the worse a thing to say it would be. Cuz if I were selling something with great sentimental value in exchange for filthy lucre, I'd almost surely have some reason to do that, and her supporting the oh-no-don't!-what-a-terrible-shame side would be like salt in a wound. Rubbing it in, stirring it up, how emotionally upsetting it is to be giving up this valuable thing. Or stirring guilt, worse.

She did write again, btw. It was a childish classic: that I should stop emailing her.

I gotta see Labyrinth one of these days, I guess. It's good?

[paperkingdoms]

I did wonder a bit at the reaction eBay, too, but you're right... it's the people who are really *needing* to sell sentimental things that are most bitten by this person.

I s'pose replying "I know you are, but what am I?" wouldn't be in good form...

It's... I love it a lot. In some ways it's good, in some ways it's the sort of terrible movie that has a lot to mock about it, too. (For starters, it's a pretty common joke that it stars not only David Bowie, but David Bowie's crotch, due to some, well, interesting costume choices that highlight various things.) But it's sweet, and has both "you're not the boss of me" and "you don't have to give up childhood things" as take-home messages, which are ones worth having.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

It's just a fun time for me, but I can understand not wanting to do anything about it for the same reason people don't celebrate Cinco de Mayo.