I just wanted to know.

For those of you still participating in thread segments with Mxsmanic, how
does it feel to be played like a violin?

I'm still not 100% convinced that the metaphor of 'being played like a
violin' is necessarily correct for MX, because I honest believe he has
an antisocial personality disorder which prevents him from
comprehending the ettiquite which he so flagrantly violates.

Its frustrating for me actually, because I think he _could_ actually
have been a worthwhile contributor to this group... There is no doubt
that he has some knowledge, I even think his 'outsiders' viewpoint
might have proven to be a good catalyst for us to further our own
'real pilot' examinations of what we do as our passion... Before his
arrogant streak surfaced, I think that his questions provoked some
very interesting and real discussion among us.

I do have to admit that now it is pretty clear that no amount of
sanity or rationalization with him is going to manage to express to
him why he irritates the hell out of people on here...

Its rough, it reminds me of my work with mentally ill in college
actually... dealing with people who were clearly intelligent, clearly
COULD offer something to society, but were so ****ed up from years of
neglect and from escaping into their own mind as a coping mechanism
that they had lost their basic ability for empathy, and instead
carried on like antisocial clowns. You see the disorder, you wish it
wasn't there, but no amount of leading the horse to water will make
them drink...

I DO think that much of the damage MX does is wrought by the
understandable, but unproductive responses to his disorder rather than
the disorder itself... But that's neither here nor there.

I also understand that by being one of the people who continues to
respond to him, I am only further rewarding his antisocial behavior...
and at some point I need to grow up and realize that I come on here
for reasons other than trying to help out arrogant, anti-social,
mental cases... and for that I'm sorry... I need to do a better job of
trying to control myself and just ignore him.

For that, I'm sorry.