If I've Said it Once, ....

I've said it a MILLION times, "SELF-sensorship" is a wonderful thing.

It's crazy that in this medium of blogging where we are free, if not encouraged, to speak what is on our minds or in our hearts that we should sensor ourselves for fear of bothering other people or hurting their feelings. I am not a proponent of just trashing other people in a public forum, especially without provacation. There are times however, that the feelings you have inside bottled up become toxic. Those thoughts need to get out, so a sense of healing can begin, but beware of how you proceed.

When one feels the need to purge, the blogosphere, I found, is a useful tool. If you are way out of line, then your readership will tell you so, that is, if you are totally truthful in what you say and how you represent the other party. I know that not all people can be that fair. They don't want themselves to look bad AND they want sympathy. That's understandable and really, only human to want it that way.

I will put out a warning, since the blogosphere is such a public place and ANYONE can read what you write, perhaps one should exercise caution in using the offending party's REAL NAMES. That is dangerous and in some cases could be liable. So be careful out there and remember, when you click the "next blog" button you might just find a blog that was secretly written about you.

It's Time to Get Real

I have been sensoring myself for quite a long time as I am sure that most of you who read on a regular basis can tell. I have found a blog of which I have been the bane of this person's existance, it seems, since time began, or at least since this person met me. I must say that I am completely NOT jealous of this person, nor do I care what this person thinks.

I DO, however, wish that this person, when telling others of what supposedly occurs, would be so kind as to use entire conversational quotes instead of the ones that make this person look like a saint and me look like an ass. I admit readily that I don't always say the correct thing, but I will tell you the truth.

As mean as it may sound, I did not seek to have any type of a "relationship" with this person. Upon meeting this person for the first time, I thought that this is really not someone I would have sought out to be friends with, I just chose to be nice thinking that the acquaintence would never have to be something more than what it was. No offense meant to the person, although I'm sure that their pride will be wounded if they ever read this.

You know, what is interesting is that I have just as much disdain and loathing of this person as they do of me; and I am ok with that. I simply don't care and haven't for a VERY long time. Over the years, it seems that this person is truly showing their colours. Oh well, they won't be in the picture much longer and I will still be here, doing really well before I met this person and doing just as well after they are gone.

I know this all sounds really heartless and cruel, but I've been holding this in for almost a decade.