On Hub Anger And Mine For Not Being A 97 or 98
Scores of fans but not according to my score
First let me say that I love the whole idea of hubpages...thus my participating even though I have my own website. (shameless plug one... www.somelikeitscott.com )
There are a lot of writers on here who write interesting and informative articles. I know that I'm not one of them. I'm the extra scoop of ice cream you put on your sundae that you really don't need and you may be sorry for later but while you're eating it, you're loving it.
I have been pushed and bullied most of my life and my writing is how I choose to "vent" and to encourage myself as well as those around me to take themselves not quite so seriously and laugh as often as possible. (Even about those things that bring us pain). I'm amazed at those people who write in with venomous anger over things like me telling people over forty not to go sleeveless (see link below - read the hub but make sure you read the comments too). Or the people who yelled at me (via comments and misspelled words) about being supposedly mean when I said that Gayle King has life pretty easy with a best friend like Oprah! Get over it people, take a few cleansing breaths (the new agey hubs always score better than mine - even if it's about burning a candle and taking a bath - now there's some shocking advice, no? Or the eat apple cider vinegar hubs, they do better than mine too.) Sure there are some very lovely comments too but as a Jewish gay man, I tend to appreciate the kind words for the moment but allow the negative ones to seep into me like some sort of mercury posioning.
Also, I have to say that after publishing over 100 hubs I'm wondering why I'm not in that exclusive club of "hubbers" who are constantly rating a score closer to 100. (In case you haven't guessed, I'm competitive...very competitive) So you can imagine my anger at constantly being a 95 or 94 when in my heart I just know that I'm a 98! I feel like the hubber with a "great personality" who you wouldn't really want to date but you enjoy being around for laughs.
I remember years ago, my pals and I had a rating system when we would see or start dating someone. The idea was that if they were really great they were a Saturday night but if they were lousy they were a Monday lunch. Now there was plenty of unseen nuance in this rating approach and we would see how much we could crack one another up by coming up with new things like, "Oh, he's definitely cocktails on a Tuesday...happy hour...half price." So while I think that right now I'm a Sunday brunch, I'm still desperate to be a Saturday night 3Der (dinner, drinks and dancing). But alas, so far, I'm still just a 94 looking for my 100 percent, my "Great Job!" in red ink at the top of my paper instead of "See Me" with the "e's" in the word, "See" having eyeballs like almost every paper I ever turned in in school.
As I relate everything in life to musical theatre, Dreamgirls thoughts come to mind, "Tear down the mountains, yell, scream and shout, you can say what you want I'm not walking out. Stop all the rivers, push, strike and kill I'm not gonna leave here, there's no way I will..." That's right, I'll push past this and continue to hub with my head held high!
And tonight as I lay my head on the pillow, I'll say my prayers that include, asking for world peace, common sense for common folk (George Bush are you listening?), accepting myself and others and finally for a damn 100 percent on one hub page and eventually on my whole account, dammit! And I leave you with the line I delivered in the first show I ever did when I was six. I played Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol, "God bless us, everyone!"
Read more Scott @ www.somelikeitscott.com
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