From: [email protected]
Subject: Nurse Jones apologizes to Phaedrus
Date: 18 Dec 92 19:05:35 GMT
From Nurse Jones,
[Another old unposted post. I noticed Phaedrus was posting recently,
so I decided to send this in. I owe it to him.]
Summer, 1992
I guess I have an apology to make. Anita has been checking ASB for me
and she tells me that I must have flamed Phaedrus unfairly after I got
an innocent friendly note from him. This is silly, since I've lost my
account and there is very little likelihood of me having any
meaningful contact with him either on or off the Net, but I still feel
I ought to write an apology and maybe I'll have a chance to post it
some day.
[Today's the day.]
I think I even remember it. It was the week I delurked. Immediately
after I posted The List; I was innundated with wannafucks. HUNDREDS of
them. Well, lots, anyway.
I was new on the Net, there hadn't been a thread on wannafucks while I
was lurking, so I didn't know about the phenomenon. I kind of had the
feeling ASB was a family that got along amazingly well considering
what they did to each other and I only knew about the public posts to
ASB, not the background of personal communication that goes along
with. Common sense should have told me what to expect, but I didn't
think (I almost never do) and I was caught off guard by the sudden
change in the character of my e- mail.
Phaedrus could easily have written a perfectly innocent e-note and
ended up the undeserving recipient of my heedless knee-jerk response
to the first few batches of wannafucks. I panicked and flamed
everything in sight. I admit it.
I once opened a cupboard in a rental appartment in Chicago and it was
FULL of roaches. They panicked and ran everywhere. So did I.
I kind of had the same feeling when I opened my mailbox and wannafuck
after wannafuck kept coming out. I had seen a lot of warmth on the Net
and I was wondering where it all went the minute I posted there. I
flapped my arms and stamped everything in sight, roach or not, and I
guess I hit Phaedrus' toes. Anyway, when I opened my eyes almost all
the roaches were gone (although a few wannafuckers kept scurrying
around) and I guess I didn't know the damage I had done to innocent
bystanders.
Anita tells me I actually said something about Phaedrus crawling out
from under a rock. I cringe at the thought. I would like to blame it
on proges-terone, but I can be terribly nasty sometimes, and I'm
dangerous when I feel cornered. I go to pieces so fast people are
killed by the flying parts of me.
Anyway, I apologize. I'm not even going to be cute and try to make a
smiley-face joke out of it by suggesting Phaedrus punish me severely.
I just apologize. I DO have a nasty streak sometimes. If you knew me
better you would also know I can apologize sincerely, like I'm trying
to do now. And I don't even know if Phaedrus still reads ASB.
Nurse Jones.
See?
No wisecracks.
Cc: Phaedrus
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