Does anyone read post topics before adding a new one?

[gritsar]

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I agree with that also. Again, everyones situation is different. For instance, I started a thread this morning about worming my silkies. Now I know all about worming the big 'uns, having done alot of research when my adult birds were chicks; but silkies are a whole 'nother story. I did a search before posting, but couldn't find any threads that talked about not worming silkies when you worm the rest of the flock, so I posted.
If someone doesn't want to look at the thread, there are plenty of other ones to look at. I appreciate the folks that did take the time to post.

 

[redhen]

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I so agree!

So what if the same subject gets posted a hundred times!! Everyone's individual situation is different and they need answers pertinent to their particular situation.
I don't mind the same question being asked over and over again, nor any of the other little nuances that go along with a forum this large. If I can help, I do. If I can't, I try to offer support.
If you are not inclined to help, just don't read those threads. What's the big deal?

First thing I do when I log onto the forum is look for the threads I've already posted on/are still active. Easy to do since they are marked with the little "." Then, if I have time, I go to the new threads and help when and where I can.

I thought that's what BYC was all about - learning and helping.

I agree! I know that i will ask if i'm not sure about something...
Like you said.. EVERY situation is different... so i want personal feedback to my SPECIFIC question.
As others have said.. if you dont like it... dont respond...
whats the big deal?

 

[willkatdawson]

Does anyone read post topics before adding a new one?



I was just going to post that same question, then I happened to read yours......

 

[Kelly G]

Robert Fulghum (author) has a GREAT essay that comments on this type of thing. It's one of my favorite essays of his:


Sigmund Wollman's Reality Test
by Robert Fulghum


"It was the summer of 1959. At a resort inn in the Sierra Nevada of Northern California, I had a job that combined being the night desk clerk in the lodge and helping with the horse-wrangling at the stables. The owner-manager was Swiss, with European notions about conditions of employment. He and I did not get along. I thought he was a fascist who wanted peasant employees who knew their place. I was 22, just out of college, and pretty free with my opinions.

One week the employees had been served the same thing for lunch every single day. Two wieners, a mound of sauerkraut and stale rolls. To compound insult with injury, the cost of the meals was deducted from our paychecks. I was outraged.

On Friday night of that awful week, I was at my desk job around 11 p.m., and the night auditor had just come on duty. I went into the kitchen and saw a note to the chef to the effect that wieners and sauerkraut were on the employee menu for two more days.

That tore it. For lack of any better audience, I unloaded on the night auditor, Sigmund Wollman.

I declared that I had had it up to here, that I was going to get a plate of wieners and sauerkraut and wake up the owner and throw it at him. Nobody was going to make me eat wieners and sauerkraut for a whole week and make me pay for it and this was un-American and I didn't like wieners and sauerkraut enough to eat them one day for God's sake and the whole hotel stunk and I was packing my bags for Montana where they never even heard of wieners and sauerkraut and wouldn't feed that stuff to pigs. Something like that.

I raved in this way for 20 minutes. My monologue was delivered at the top of my lungs, punctuated by blows on the front desk with a fly swatter, the kicking of chairs and much profanity.

As I pitched my fit, Sigmund Wollman sat quietly on his stool, watching me with sorrowful eyes. Put a bloodhound in a suit and tie and you have Sigmund Wollman. He had a good reason to look sorrowful. Survivor of Auschwitz. Three years. German Jew. Thin, coughed a lot. He liked being alone at the night job. It gave him intellectual space, peace and quiet, and, even more, he could go into the kitchen and have a snack whenever he wanted to - all the wieners and sauerkraut he wished. To him, a feast. More than that, there was nobody around to tell him what to do. in Auschwitz he had dreamed of such a time. The only person he saw at work was me, the nightly disturber of his dream. Our shifts overlapped an hour. And here I was, a one-man war party at full cry.

"Lissen, Fulchum. Lissen me, lissen me. You know what's wrong with you? It's not wieners and 'kraut and it's not the boss and it's not the chef and it's not the job."

"So what's wrong with me?"

"Fulchum, you think you know everything, but you don't know the difference between and inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire - then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy."Learn to seperate the inconveniences from the real problems. You will live longer. And will not annoy people like me so much. Good night."

In a gesture combining dismissal and blessing, he waved me off to bed.

Seldom in my life have I been hit between the eyes so hard with truth. There in that late-night darkness of a Sierra Nevada inn, Sigmund Wollman simultaneously kicked my butt and opened a window in my mind.

For 30 years now, in times of stress and strain, when something has me backed against the wall and I'm ready to do something really stupid with my anger, a sorrowful face appears in my mind and asks, "Fulchum. Problem or inconvenience?"

I think of this as the Wollman Test of Reality. Life is lumpy. And a lump in the oatmeal, and lump in the throat, and a lump in the breast are not the same lump. One should learn the difference. Good night, Sig."




From: Uh-Oh: Some Observations from Both Sides of the Refrigerator Door (2001), p. 146

All his essays are GREAT! I love them! And, by the way, this is posted here with his permission - all he asks is to be given credit for his work. www.robertfulghum.com

Woodmort, I like the quote in your signature. It's perfect!! "To write is to think, and to write well is to think well."
-- David McCullough

 

[Kelly G]

Wow!!! Guess I'm a real thread killer!

 

[gettinaclue]

Thanks for posting that essay! I really liked it. A lot of truth there!

 

[BayouPoules]

I read through this entire thread and have to agree that there are so many really bad things in the world to deal with,.. that it's no big deal to me to have more than one thread on a subject. I AM one for going back and searching through all the old threads on a certain subject,. but when I was new to forums,.. I probably posted a lot of duplicates as I learned the ins and outs. One thing that isn't mentioned is how many times I see someone jumping in on a thread to ask a question or comment on a slightly different vein,..and getting chastened by the thread owner,.. so maybe some folks feel safer posting the question over than risking "stealing a thread". Once I revived an old thread on a cooking forum to clarify the answer,.. and was told " This is an OLD thread" with no answer to my question,..as though I had committed some forum faux pas,.. so there is always someone that is easily irritated by insignificant stuff. Maybe they just had a bad day.

I personally don't care if a thread I start wanders all over tarnation or as long as people are learning are enjoying themselves and there is no ugliness. It's just natural for thoughts and conversations to wander.

I hope if I duplicate a thread I wont irritate ya too much,..

 

[usschicago1]

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I agree

 

[eggcited2]

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Maybe the answers in the one post was not what the second posting person was looking for?

Maybe the second posting didn't really see the duplicate before posting their thread?

A lot of people do not read past the first couple threads, so wouldn't have seen the first post.

 

[Sir Birdaholic]

wolftracks, you are funny! You've made me laugh several times. I try to do the same to others.