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Blogroll Me!
There are people on the net that have nothing better to do with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Sunday, January 09, 2005
Expectations
Maybe you have this idea that this journal is for, or about you. Maybe you have this idea that this place is meant for your input or for you to get up on a soapbox. Maybe you have this misguided notion that you're somehow better, smarter, or more correct the the rest of the world. Maybe you think you live your life the "right" way and everyone else the "wrong." Maybe you think life is black and white, easy, and clear-cut. Maybe you feel entitled to hide beyond your nameless, faceless monitor and belittle other people. And maybe you think this is your personal playground. Guess what? It's not. Fuck you. Yes, you. Take a good, long look at the Reminder at the bottom there in the left hand column. This is MY journal. MY space to write. And not yours. That means when I write about something that's bothering me, it's not your place to chastise me, criticize me, or otherwise take it upon yourself fluff your ego. When I write, I write because I have something I need to say. I don't make you read it, I don't tie you up and force you to come here and I certainly don't invite you to be an ass on my dime. That's just not how we play bridge. It's not how we say cricket. So take a step back; take a good damned look at your life and remember what your mother taught you. Don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. And if you don't like that, well the X is right there in the upper right-hand corner. It's as simple as that.
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