Stupid is as stupid does
I'm pretty pleased with this new blog and I'm looking forward to showing it off to everyone in the world. What I'm hoping to do is just to have a place where I can be me. It's not as easy as one might think. When you know that there's people who you know personally reading this you kind of try to keep it subdued whenever you really want to rant about something but you don't want to hurt someone's feelings.
See, this is why I left Live journal. Too many people who knew me and were also the source of much stress in my life. I'm not going to go into it other than to say that if they find this site, great. If they don't, whatever. I'm trying to keep myself a good person for the most part and keep the drama away from me instead of flying right in my face.
Of course, there are challanges to all of this. I can't post about certain things no matter what. Like work. I'm never going to post anything about my current job other than to say that I work in a hotel. Why, you ask? Ask Heather. She'll tell you. Other challanges have already been met and conquered. Oh, nothing big. Just little things. Things like REMEMBERING MY FUCKING LOGIN! I made this thing only ten hours ago and in that short span of time I totally forgot my login in here. How stupid is that?
Someday I'm hoping to have pictures on here for all the world to see. But, I want to do it right and I'm not going to do it until I can do it right. Oh, and I'm never going to post another one of those cute little tests on my site. This is a social place and I'm not going to litter it with filth.
Oh, yes, about the comments thing: I'm not big on it, really. I always want to comment on my friends blogs, but unless it's something REALLY important, I don't mainly because it's just something that I don't think should be done. It's their blog not mine. I'm not all that into getting them either. I know a lot of people use them to stay in contact with me, but I'd rather get an email sent to me than just a little snippit of something. So, no comments on here. Email's are the prefered way to let me know just how much you hate my site.
So, no work posts. No Comments. Sheesh, I just take the fun out of this whole thing don't I. I'm not going to lie and say it isn't about protecting myself to some degree because it is. The last comment I got on a blog made me cry. It made me cry because it was so filled with anger and hatred directed towards me about something that had nothing to do with them. They were just being hurtful to be hurtful at a percieved slight. No warning. No, "hey, you weren't talking about me, were you?" Just a vile hate filled comment meant to hurt me and make them feel better. I don't need that in my life. I get plenty of it in the real world. Yeah, I could have told them, "Chill, this isn't about you," but I'm too tired to care that much anymore if they can't take the time and privately talk to me instead of blasting me on the internet for all my friends to see. Of course, the real shame of it is that they just made themselves to look like a total and complete idiot. And, should anyone who saw that last post (notice the lack of linkage to my old blog?) read this, they're going to know just how selfish and hurtful it was of them to do what they did.
That's all I need to feel better about it and now I can move on and begin to heal.
I'll write more when I get home from work in the morning. Right now, I'm just going to get something to eat and then get ready for work.
See, this is why I left Live journal. Too many people who knew me and were also the source of much stress in my life. I'm not going to go into it other than to say that if they find this site, great. If they don't, whatever. I'm trying to keep myself a good person for the most part and keep the drama away from me instead of flying right in my face.
Of course, there are challanges to all of this. I can't post about certain things no matter what. Like work. I'm never going to post anything about my current job other than to say that I work in a hotel. Why, you ask? Ask Heather. She'll tell you. Other challanges have already been met and conquered. Oh, nothing big. Just little things. Things like REMEMBERING MY FUCKING LOGIN! I made this thing only ten hours ago and in that short span of time I totally forgot my login in here. How stupid is that?
Someday I'm hoping to have pictures on here for all the world to see. But, I want to do it right and I'm not going to do it until I can do it right. Oh, and I'm never going to post another one of those cute little tests on my site. This is a social place and I'm not going to litter it with filth.
Oh, yes, about the comments thing: I'm not big on it, really. I always want to comment on my friends blogs, but unless it's something REALLY important, I don't mainly because it's just something that I don't think should be done. It's their blog not mine. I'm not all that into getting them either. I know a lot of people use them to stay in contact with me, but I'd rather get an email sent to me than just a little snippit of something. So, no comments on here. Email's are the prefered way to let me know just how much you hate my site.
So, no work posts. No Comments. Sheesh, I just take the fun out of this whole thing don't I. I'm not going to lie and say it isn't about protecting myself to some degree because it is. The last comment I got on a blog made me cry. It made me cry because it was so filled with anger and hatred directed towards me about something that had nothing to do with them. They were just being hurtful to be hurtful at a percieved slight. No warning. No, "hey, you weren't talking about me, were you?" Just a vile hate filled comment meant to hurt me and make them feel better. I don't need that in my life. I get plenty of it in the real world. Yeah, I could have told them, "Chill, this isn't about you," but I'm too tired to care that much anymore if they can't take the time and privately talk to me instead of blasting me on the internet for all my friends to see. Of course, the real shame of it is that they just made themselves to look like a total and complete idiot. And, should anyone who saw that last post (notice the lack of linkage to my old blog?) read this, they're going to know just how selfish and hurtful it was of them to do what they did.
That's all I need to feel better about it and now I can move on and begin to heal.
I'll write more when I get home from work in the morning. Right now, I'm just going to get something to eat and then get ready for work.

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