Where do I start?
I had a whole other post prepared but then I got this email from someone named Annie:
“i used to love reading your stuff. you seemed like someone who would be cool to get too know. you were funny and had actual opinions on TOPICS other than yourself. now everytime i read your blog you are whinging about men and being single. where’s your self respect? you talk of being independent, but last time i cheked, independent didn’t mean complaining all the time. now your shit is boring and it makes me angry and mad to read how you are so set on guys cuz life is about more than that. something, YOU seem to have forgotten. ya, you are getting lots of comments, but probably because people feel sorry for you. maybe if you spent as much time as you do talking about yourself, trying to change yourself you would be happier. i’m probably not the only one who thinks this but the only one who has the guts to tell you, so dont’ think i’m the only one. i hope you figure your shit out and get back to writing INTERESTING posts. I won’t be reading until then. And don’t try to contact me, this is not my real name or my email address anyway.”
Oh so much to say. First of all, I’m sorry that I had this weird idea that because I was the one writing, and it was my blog that I could write about what I wanted. It makes much more sense that I chose topics from other people and try to mold my writing around them, while ignoring writing about my own life. I’m sorry that you find that my post is gone straight to hell. I mean, obviously writing about Jamie Oliver and mamograms is a HUGE step in the wrong direction, considering the ‘deep topics’ I wrote of when I first started blogging. Topics like how I roll, or good smelling body scrubs. I can see how you would be worried. I mean, next thing you know, I might actually post more about my own feelings. Oh, but in case you missed it, I did complain about not having a boyfriend to take care of me while I was sick when I first started writing (check here), so I suppose I’ve always been a complainer.
Also, I’m in awe at your ability to step forward and tell me all of this. I would almost consider it brave, if you know, you didn’t send me a fake email address and name. It kind of boosted my ego actually. I like the idea that you felt it necessary to go to such great lengths. It makes me wonder if you were worried I would write something back to you, or if you were just too
ashamed brave to use your own name?
As for the comments, yes I am getting more than when I first started writing, maybe it’s because I send them all money and baked goods as bribes? Oh, and ‘angry’ and ‘mad’ are the same thing, so it doesn’t really work well to say you are ‘angry and mad’ about how I’m set on guys. It’s like saying I bet your mother would be ‘humiliated and embarassed’ at what you are willing to write to a total stranger. You see what I’m saying here?
And for my self respect, if I lost it anywhere, I lost it while on a houseboating trip while attending a 4am hotdog and ketchup party in the forest where we made sacrifices to the lake and intense shadow puppets. I would explain it in detail, but then it would be a post about ME, and I see how much you dislike that.
Lastly, Annie, there is something called ‘spell check’. I know wordpress spell check isn’t working, but if you are going to send mean emails to strangers, have the courtesy to make sure you spell everything correctly. It’s the least you can do after you
ruin my day make me want to OBAMA! you.
It’s moments like this that I really hope karma exists.