I’ve just been witness to a monster flame war on Facebook that started when I posted something. It was a politically related posting but not one that was in its nature provocative. At least I didn’t think so. I thought it was funny and sort of “poke the guy I don’t like” in essence. But nonetheless it started a monumental war between two of my friends.
Now sure it’s not my fault that they fought. I’m not that neurotic, but I can’t help feeling that I was somehow a part of this, as if on some level I enjoyed their fighting, or, if I didn’t enjoy it I secretly longed for it as a means of replicating the pattern I grew up with.
