i promised myself that if anyone noticed that this blog had died i would write in it again.
i was thinking commenters but it turns out that the people who read this aren’t strangers from the world wide interweeb but friends and family that i don’t speak to that often.
those seem like the kind of people worth writing for.
it got really hard to write here after several people at once attacked me and some of those same people used posts that had NOTHING to do with them to somehow “prove” my evilness.
not so easy to put yourself out there when you know the water balloon filled with piss is waiting to land on your head.
that said, this month (two?) off has given me somewhat of a perspective shift on that. i can’t go around living my life for the people who hate me any more than i can go around living my life for the ones who love me. life has to be lived for yourself even if it means choosing to make sacrifices for loved ones.
no, those really aren’t the same thing.
i also can’t go around being afraid of what people who already hate me are going to say when i talk… i mean really now, how is that healthy?
it’s funny because someone wise once said that twenty five percent of people will love you, fifty percent will be indifferent and the other twenty five will hate you. since you can’t control what people think you may as well go after the first quarter.
generally that is a sentiment i have no problem with.
it’s just… it’s harder when it’s people who were intimates for some period of time before they changed sides. they know a lot about you and can most certainly do more damage. in fact i finally moderated ONE person for the first time ever because she was telling secrets that weren’t even mine. worse she was imagining details to fill in blanks and create patterns that never existed and then she was spewing that all over my comments section.
what are you supposed to do with that?
i considered moving the blog and i considered shutting it down but then you see she would win.
in the end i just didn’t say anything at all and i still lost because my friends and family (love ALL of you and you know who you are) defended me and then were in turn attacked by her. i lost double because i never did get another date with the guy she accused me of whoring myself out to and i quite liked him.
[funny, smart, hot, likes liberated women, science fiction and hot cars… what’s not to like?]
i did learn one thing though. my father is absolutely right when he says that what bullies want is to make you engage, to make you fight and yell and scream and the more you refuse to do that the more you piss them off.
unfortunately she got pissed off in public and my loved ones who DID engage took the brunt of her insanity and many of them ended up with hurt feelings. [incidentally miss g i did not, nor will i ever, coerce ANYONE to reply to you. i did ask a playwright friend for help drafting my single paragraph reply to your initial attack (no, i don’t think g is still reading, least i hope not because if she is her life is even smaller than i imagined and that’s just sad.)]
the part that surprises me is that i have trouble forgetting these people that really didn’t have my back.
it’s like i feel like the conversation isn’t over even though it is.
what’s weird to me is that that feeling exists at all when in all cases i could NEVER trust them again. when i know for a fact that my back is not something they have. when, in fact, i know that if i did turn my back they would likely stick a knife in it.
why is it exactly that i can’t stop wondering if they’re well?
regardless, this is my blog … MINE and no one gets to fuck that up for me, no one.
even if it did take me a while to get there.