Word to the wise, if you're going to be a whiny boring bitch and people call you out for it - don't blame me. In fact, just in general, fuck off entirely.
P.S. I'm taking bets on how long it is before I delete this drivel [by which I mean this post], any takers?
Addendum: I was going to come home and delete this but have left it in the interests of, well, honesty. Plus, you know, temper, temper.
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See, I almost deleted it then but got all angry again and decided against it.
I am a complete cunt of a human being aren't I? Among a number of other things that I now feel that I can't say on my fucking blog.
Thank goodness I'm about five minutes away from going out and getting drunk.
Being pissed off and feeling like a bitch is not my fav way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
One should feel entirely free to say and do whatever one wishes on one's own blog, ditto other people's blogs, really, but the rule ALWAYS applies on your own blog.
It's a rare thing to want to delete a post. I've done it a couple of times, out of a few hundred blogs. For the most part I leave the crap right where it is, even if it makes me cringe. If it's crap that comes out, so be it.
In any other instance, this would be a storm in a tea cup, as are most things on blogs, but I fear miss uppity has done irreparable damage, which, if I didn't know better, seemed to be intentional: exactly like some throw-back behavior of one of the inadequate characters in one of the lessor Jane Austen novels.
While the rest of us find those minor characters hideous (though essential to plot) others adore them.
A matter of one's personal frame of reference and integrity I expect.
Besides Nails, the situation had been destined for an ugly ending for quite some time.
Neither your doing, nor mine.
We were patsies in the scheme of things.
You make me feel almost ridiculously better, Caz.
Like you, I saw a bad end coming - I also knew that I was [if I believed such things] destined to come out looking like a complete bitch. This whole scenario has been bothering me for quite some time - in fact I posted about it a few times before [I am now too drunk to link]. All self indulgent wank and I'm not sure that I achieved all that much. Nothing, actually.
I assume that this is all part of growing up and understanding people. Isn't life cunty?
Oh darn it - wish I'd know you had posted about it here, would be intrigued to know what your evolving thoughts were. Seriously, I'd be interested, so if you have the time - no hurry, let me know which posts.
While I think I see the situation quite clearly, I still find it perplexing, disappointing and annoying, particularly as this has occurred on the most unlikely of blogs (how peculiar is it, hey?). Yet, that's the thing: that one person could bring undone a lively, clever, creative, uncontroversial blog. How the heck does that happen?!!
He wrote that it "takes two to tango", in reference to commenters.
But that's was the point: it had become the blog of two, happily tangoing.
Still, he was very happy with that, hence why I kept away, resisting the temptation to take swipes, only jumping in occasionally when I couldn't bear it for one more second. The blog-host is entitled to be happy with one commenter, I didn't begrudge it, just found it distracting and very peculiar.
That's pretty easily recitifed. Most recently here - https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13587220&postID=1307828980366805711
and before that here -
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13587220&postID=4403896810968621624
Both are a bit obscure. I didn't want to be too obvious about it.
Because I have a tendncy to blame all things on myself I first went through a process of, basically, self blame - that I was being silly, that I was being paranoid, that I was being jealous, and finally I realised that it wasn't really me which is why in the last few weeks I was haunting the place.
I had thought, from some of the comments that he was aware and wasn't that amused but, as you say, best to let the two tango, if that's what makes happy, I suppose.
It's actually quite pissed me off that a blogger I was quite fond of and had been reading for quite some time [oh do jump in anytime now Tim] would be - fuck, I don't even know what...I'd go with cock-led but I was never sure if he was straight ot gay. Flattered? Really really flattered? On an enormous ego trip? Something?
The other thing is that (and I'm really, really sorry about this and I suppose that I've lost some blogger friends) I thougth she was Alexis's friend (Lexicon Harlot) and I didn't want to offend.
What the fuck, eh? It's just the internet afterall and, I paraphrase and borrow, we must expect these kinds of misunderstandings - especially from lesser mortals such as me...
Oh, also see the post below entitled 'How I diverted myself as a teenager'. I stole that line from her because it was too amusing not to use. Hence the content - such as it is.
Oh, and I did, almost momentarily, quit blogs once. And later suggested that maybe I shouldn't keep coming back and commenting because I was finding it really hard not to say something, was bordering on being quite nasty, actually, and was asked not to [I think, I may be missing irony, drunk isn't so awesome for that]. I also got a post aimed at me out if it.
"How I diverted myself as a teenager"
Aaaah!
Now I understand the post: brilliant!!!
I was going to write a comment a few days ago in response to her "devilish plan" ... but it would only have been to point out that I was going to puke, because this was 2007 and only robots, programmed with a fine eye to the era of silent movies and trivial amusement for the peons, actually speak or write like that.
Obviously I cut off my right hand, rather than make such a comment and risk giving offense by pointing out the absurdity and pomposity of the other commenter.
Kinda wish I had now. I can still type quite well with just my left hand.
Well, I certainly feel like a patsy.
And a stooge.
Ooohh. After careful deduction and muchos searching I have figured out the cause behind this rant.
From an outside opinion from someone who only reads your journal out of all the players - I think you're cynical and acerbic and I think you're fine just the way you are.
Besides, bland has no place on the internet.
And for my next move, I work on completely alientating Mark - oh wait, he has sense, and humour...
Thanks Lucy.
This seems an opportune time to add to Lucy’s thoughts:
My pseudo-analysis of your blog presence: you have a quick and sharp intellect, imbibed with genuine originality. As a commenter, you’re a dreadfully hard act to follow, which is why I hate it when you comment before me. But then, if you comment after me, I look even lamer.
You are a sparkler in the dark.
Goodness, my ego!
I'm afraid that I'll be sparkling in the dark for a while - or, at least, under very different lights.
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