Once again, The Onion comes up big with Mom Finds out about Blog
. Which leads me into a dicey discussion. What do you do when the people you write about find your blog, when they see things I've written about them and assume that because I'm being honest, that I meant to hurt them?
The answer? I don't know.
I feel strongly that I have every right to write whatever I choose here. That said, I filter myself very carefully, leaving out parts that would identify people who wouldn't want to be identified and to tone down things that happened between us that I may have perceived as hurtful, regardless of your intent.
For those who know me well in real life (honestly, about 3 of you, and that's who I write this for), you know that my dearest virtue is honesty, that I'll go to great lengths to avoid lying. You also know that it would take a great wrong done unto me in order for me to speak maliciously about or towards someone in a public forum like this blog.
This blog is not the New York Times or CNN. Hordes of people do not stream to this site every day via well-placed ads on other sites or to follow a well-earned repuation for accurate news reporting the way visitors to NYT and CNN would. They come here because they know me, or know of me, and want to know what I'm up to. If you're here, you're somehow interested in what I have to say.
What I'm trying to tell you, my 3 dear readers and the rest of you, is that whatever I say here is merely my interpretation of things that happen in my world. As you would with any other narrator, take my words with a grain of salt. If you were with me, and I wrote about the event, I could well have remembered parts of it differently than you. You're welcome to write your own version on your own blog. That's the power we all have.
Nothing I say here is intended to be malicious or mean-spirited. Nothing. This blog is merely a re-counting of my own experience and sometimes, that involves mixing in the good with the bad. An experience that might have been great for you could have been terrible for me. Rather than be upset with me for telling it like I saw it, I'd urge you to stop and think, to consider how very painful it must have been for me in order to come back and write something that spills a part of my soul here, for my 3 readers, and the rest of you, to see.
I'm sure you've read between the lines by now. I hope this message gets to the 3 readers who need to see it, because I just don't know how else to say it.
I hope this also explains why I've been kind of quiet lately. There are a number of things going on in my life besides school and work, many of those things suck. A lot. But they're not my story to tell, they're someone else's.