Just read this and I find it fascinating. Special thanks to Sebastian Roché for posting this.
Now that I think about it, soup sounds fabulous. The fact that I’ve had soup three times in the past week due to this awful crap I have doesn’t matter. There is no such thing as too much soup. Be wary of anyone coughing and/or sneezing in your presence. There is a seriously nasty virus going around.
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.” ―Jodi Picoult
“Replacing rudeness and impatience with the Golden Rule may not change the world, but it will change your world and your relationships.” -Steve Shallenberger
This is absolutely the first and last time I will address this ridiculous issue that came to my attention the other day.
I have slowly withdrawn from this particular blog for a reason. It’s not just the fact that I’m working my tail off and have moved on to very important things involving my writing, because no matter how busy I am, I still have time to post. Part of the reason had to do with some disgusting, childish, utterly pathetic drama. I am very sorry that I was ever pulled in to it, but I am OUT.
Several people involved me in something I had absolutely nothing to do with, and apparently some of them seem utterly incapable of growing the hell up and moving on. One very clearly has, to some extent, others are minding their own business, and another is still living in a very delusional world of which I want no part.
Unlike some people, I expect adults to behave with some semblance of maturity. Name-calling is ugly. If a person is going to profess to have respect for an entire gender, then they should never be caught calling women names on their own blog, or on someone else’s. If I am going to say something about someone, it’s probably because I have absolutely no qualms saying it to their face. That’s the difference. I won’t do it behind your back. I have the balls to simply say it. I care very little for what others think. Moreover, I keep it between that person and myself, like a NORMAL PERSON.
If you have to blog that I am a “false friend” or a “bitch”, when you barely know me, then you might want to check yourself before you wreck yourself. Cowards pull crap like that, and I have no respect for that kind of shit. Nor will I tolerate it. I am many things, false isn’t one of them. I do not profess to be anything other than myself. I don’t need forty words after my name to show the world I am “important”. I live in reality, not in a world of my own creation, and I don’t go around to other people’s blogs harassing them or calling them names simply because our opinions differ. It is everyone’s right to feel as they feel, it does not mean I have to agree, and I certainly don’t have to get nasty about it.
Just because someone has a blog you comment on does not make them your friend in real life. How many of the people that you communicate with on your blog are people you’d be happy to meet? How many of them would you be happy to have coffee/tea or a beer/glass of wine with? How many of them could you see yourself meeting for lunch or dinner if they happened to pass through town or personally come to visit you? For me, I know the answer and it’s under 10 people.
Just because someone IS your friend, doesn’t mean they won’t lie and betray you, in any context. That’s simple fact. That is life. I know this because I’ve had real friends betray me, and I’ve had many false friends both on and off this blog say and do heinous shit, for absolutely no reason whatsoever. That’s THEIR issue though, not MINE.
If I am your friend, I’m sure we’ve talked off the blogosphere in some capacity. If we’re close, you have my phone number and can call me if you need me, and if we’re really close, you probably have my address. If you’ve taken my friendship and betrayed it, you’re basically dead to me, because I don’t allow shit like that to fly. I don’t play games. I don’t know what sickness some of you are suffering from, but I strongly suggest mental help that WORKS. Increase your meds, talk to your spouse, talk to your kids, and get the hell off of this sort of platform because your brand of crazy is disgusting. It’s so ridiculous, it could be a psychotic soap opera!
The next time this blog or anything about me is said somewhere else, in any capacity, especially without my express approval and written consent, I will start naming names. I am a copyrighted writer and there are registered trademarks attached to my name. Slander breeds lawsuits. If you have something to say to or about me, say it to my face. Don’t be a punk ass bitch about it.
Grow the fuck up, or get the fuck out of my way!
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