Frank and incensed...

I swear, what is it with the world? How many times have I logged onto a blog I've read regularly, only to see they have quit their blogging world because their real worlds have become too difficult, or something like that. I'm incensed, honestly. I know I have no right to judge and I'm trying not to, but blogging for me is exactly the opposite. You see, I started blogging about 5 years ago to relieve myself of all the crap and stress I was going through. It was an outlet, a place to air my thoughts and just be me. It was about me free-thinking, verbalising the things that I didn't know I was thinking. I never considered for a minute in the early days that anyone was reading my diary. It was for me, I was anonymous and I could be myself.

So, why are people dropping like flies, letting their real worlds get in the way of their diaries - let's face it, this is what places like blogger are for - they are diaries. I just dont get it. I don't think I've ever considered letting my real world dictate my diary. I do rememebr about 18 months, maybe longer than that, some girl who I had never met, decided to ridicule me and accuse me of disparaging people, writing about others who she figured didn't want to be the subject of my diary - becdause you see, she knew these people - not!! What got her hackles up was that I had written some comments about a town I had previously lived in. I didn't beleive, and don't believe now that I had written anything negative about these places. It was my opinion of the place. However, she decided it warranted an attack email.

Anyway, my point is, I told her to bugger off. I said my piece and then I ignored her emails - rather, I blocked them. She'd had her say and that was it. I had given her her five minutes and my opinion was of it was that if she wanted to pursue it, she could open up her own diary and express her comments.

Ok, I've said my piece. So, people don't stop blogging, because the only people you are hurting are yourselves and you are giving in to those who wanted you to stop, or didn't like what they read.

As for my weekend, we began house hunting. Rather, we looked at suburbs to see which ones we could afford. It was kinda fun.