And I'm the Welite?

Consider this a rant of sorts. Its rare that I get pissed off, but today, someone had the idea in their head thinking that it was a good idea to push my buttons—we'll just leave it at that.

Let the story begin.

After posting a preview of an up and coming graphic over at The Graphic Vault, Eliza, also known as Wooldoor, provides some feedback regarding my graphic. At the time, I could hardly care less. I'm used to receiving harsh feedback; in the end, its what drives me to improve. So, like with all negative responses to my work, I reply.

If you're wondering, I was proving a point, with a slight sarcastic edge. And also because I didn't understand what Eliza was referring to. Unfortunately, sarcasm isn't my strongest suit—especially considering you can't change the tone of your voice while online.

As of this point, I wasn't expecting a reply. But of course, it comes. Being from Jewish herritage, speak of Hitler is almost prohibited in my family. When someone mentions him, a rain of silence follows. And that my friends—is how serious of an offense the comparison to Hitler is to me and my religion. To add to Eliza's remark, she bluntly states as of herself being of a pro. I've always, to say the least, have admired her work. Until now. I'd imagine at this state, Eliza's ego is as big as Asia combined.

By the point I've read her response, I've already posted the final product over at The Graphic Vault. How could I have not seen another insult launched—heading in my direction.

Actually, I did read your tip. And, thanks for the advice, by the way.

As you can see, I listened. I also did attempt to rise the quality of my graphic. If you don't like my graphics, then that's your problem, Eliza. Not mine.

 I just have a few words to say to that...

First, and foremost, I apologize for the few profanities I used. Also the lack of grammar and punctuation; sadly, my knowledge slims when I'm angry. Anyhow...I'm relatively new to the welite concept, however, from the few rumors spread, I've learned its used to call someone a wannabe elite. That—for lack of better words—is so far from the truth. Like you've learned, I could hardly care about being elite, in fact, no one is better than anyone else! How dare you call someone a welite if you don't know the first thing about them? And why did you decide to let your anger out on me...I can't remember—or recall (ha ha)— ever hurting your feelings. Which leads back to the question: why me?

If there's really one word to describe my mood right now, it could only be explained by the following:

Rant over and out.
—Lindsey