So like, if you start the conversation polite, maybe you’ll get polite responses. Making unreasonable demands on everyone (considering earplugs cost a few cents, and it is your responsibility to deal with your disability, not mine) is very polite.
So to summarize this conversation, I expressed that it would be nice if people stopped blasting their music in natural spaces. Then you projected a whole bunch of bad intentions onto me, expressed that you believe you have a right to rape everyone’s earholes, and that if someone dares suggest you not do that they are an ableist bully and you’re ready to pull a knife on them.
But I’m the problem because I’m being unreasonable and impolite.
Then you have the gall to suggest earplugs. The default state for people not blasting music is that they are not imposing on anyone. The default state of people blasting music is that they are imposing on everyone. How about you get some headphones?
so since you are assuming rape (wow dude, go fuck yourself) let me tell you the purpose of my music. it’s so dipshits like you get out of the way or get hit by 350 pound at 25 miles per hour. when i see you in the distance, i’ll turn it off because you consider noise rape
That’s very obviously a figure of speech, and you’re very obviously motivated to interpret it literally just to have something to attack me over.
I’m curious exactly how I ended up in this hypothetical scenario where I’m in your way, and you are apparently justified in mowing me down because I don’t want to hear your music.
i’m curious exactly how in this scenario, you failed to realize it’s dangerous to wear headphones on a bicycle. but you know, my life is worth so much less than yours obviously.
hence the mowing you down. you value me that little, i value you that little. it’s called EmPaThY, you’re just not used to it working to your detriment
So like, if you start the conversation polite, maybe you’ll get polite responses. Making unreasonable demands on everyone (considering earplugs cost a few cents, and it is your responsibility to deal with your disability, not mine) is very polite.
So to summarize this conversation, I expressed that it would be nice if people stopped blasting their music in natural spaces. Then you projected a whole bunch of bad intentions onto me, expressed that you believe you have a right to rape everyone’s earholes, and that if someone dares suggest you not do that they are an ableist bully and you’re ready to pull a knife on them.
But I’m the problem because I’m being unreasonable and impolite.
Then you have the gall to suggest earplugs. The default state for people not blasting music is that they are not imposing on anyone. The default state of people blasting music is that they are imposing on everyone. How about you get some headphones?
so since you are assuming rape (wow dude, go fuck yourself) let me tell you the purpose of my music. it’s so dipshits like you get out of the way or get hit by 350 pound at 25 miles per hour. when i see you in the distance, i’ll turn it off because you consider noise rape
Charming. “I get to either blast my music at you, or maim/kill you with my vehicle, your choice”. You sound like a wonderful person.
i mean, you don’t want to be “raped” with music, however that works. that seems to be other option. you don’t get out of the way.
That’s very obviously a figure of speech, and you’re very obviously motivated to interpret it literally just to have something to attack me over.
I’m curious exactly how I ended up in this hypothetical scenario where I’m in your way, and you are apparently justified in mowing me down because I don’t want to hear your music.
okay i’m sick of educating autistic teenagers on how society works. have fun
i’m curious exactly how in this scenario, you failed to realize it’s dangerous to wear headphones on a bicycle. but you know, my life is worth so much less than yours obviously.
hence the mowing you down. you value me that little, i value you that little. it’s called EmPaThY, you’re just not used to it working to your detriment
You go on believing that wild straw man version of me you’ve conjured up buddy.