Tuesday, January 3, 2006
The secret blog
This is my secret blog of sorts. There are only two people I know who know about this sight - if you're not one of them, leave me a comment and let me know who you are. If you are one of them - say hello, woodja'?
I shed the original title as well as the alias I write under at the other blog (no, I'm not going to link it up - I want it completely separate from this one). This blog will be... well, I don't really know what this blog will be. Most likely a place to rant and whine for a while because that's the mindset I'm currently wallowing in...
Aye, me, she sighed.
I recently had to scorch a bridge with a long-time friend... or, rather, I should say a close acquaintance. This person was on the outer rim of my close circle of friends, certainly not a confidant, but someone whom I've known for around 20 years and saw on a social basis maybe 3 or 4 times a year. What happened? Well, this person had become convinced I was in dire need of an intervention of sorts.
You see I've seriously engaged in a hobby over the last couple of years which has risks, especially for OCD candidates - which I am not. That notwithstanding, this person who is an OCD initiate and a (longtime sober) achoholic took it upon himself to e-mail after reading a post at my other blog about said hobby where I, admittedly, got on my high horse.
Now, had he said "Hey, kiddo, you're a bit over the top there, you might want to rethink..." or something like that, I probably would have laughed and agreed with him. But nope - he decended into a rant of insults and degradation and insisted I was on the railroad tracks with the train barreling toward me and it was his duty to save me.
I have a LONG fuse - it takes a lot to get me riled. And I can weather criticism from friends - it may sting, yet I know it's all for good. But I draw the line at intentional below the belt insults and degrading language. After 20 some-odd years of tolerating his quirky and difficult personality, I finally said enough is enough and shut the door. It wasn't easy to do, not by a long shot. I was extremely distraught about the whole matter, but knew it was the right decision. I just won't continue to put myself in a position for more abuse.
For me friendship is a precious thing. I'm not the kind of person who has dozens and dozens of friends and skims the social circuit.* I'm not an outgoing person. I have a handful of very close friends who are really more of a family to me. I can't be a casual friend - I go for the bond! So even letting go of this acquaintance was a swamp of pain I hope to never wade through again.
Ay, me, she sighed again.
Guess I had to get that out. It wasn't in the game plan when I started this post.
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*Although this blog phenomenon has given me tasty salad of new and growing friendships... I love tech-NAW-logy...
I shed the original title as well as the alias I write under at the other blog (no, I'm not going to link it up - I want it completely separate from this one). This blog will be... well, I don't really know what this blog will be. Most likely a place to rant and whine for a while because that's the mindset I'm currently wallowing in...
Aye, me, she sighed.
I recently had to scorch a bridge with a long-time friend... or, rather, I should say a close acquaintance. This person was on the outer rim of my close circle of friends, certainly not a confidant, but someone whom I've known for around 20 years and saw on a social basis maybe 3 or 4 times a year. What happened? Well, this person had become convinced I was in dire need of an intervention of sorts.
You see I've seriously engaged in a hobby over the last couple of years which has risks, especially for OCD candidates - which I am not. That notwithstanding, this person who is an OCD initiate and a (longtime sober) achoholic took it upon himself to e-mail after reading a post at my other blog about said hobby where I, admittedly, got on my high horse.
Now, had he said "Hey, kiddo, you're a bit over the top there, you might want to rethink..." or something like that, I probably would have laughed and agreed with him. But nope - he decended into a rant of insults and degradation and insisted I was on the railroad tracks with the train barreling toward me and it was his duty to save me.
I have a LONG fuse - it takes a lot to get me riled. And I can weather criticism from friends - it may sting, yet I know it's all for good. But I draw the line at intentional below the belt insults and degrading language. After 20 some-odd years of tolerating his quirky and difficult personality, I finally said enough is enough and shut the door. It wasn't easy to do, not by a long shot. I was extremely distraught about the whole matter, but knew it was the right decision. I just won't continue to put myself in a position for more abuse.
For me friendship is a precious thing. I'm not the kind of person who has dozens and dozens of friends and skims the social circuit.* I'm not an outgoing person. I have a handful of very close friends who are really more of a family to me. I can't be a casual friend - I go for the bond! So even letting go of this acquaintance was a swamp of pain I hope to never wade through again.
Ay, me, she sighed again.
Guess I had to get that out. It wasn't in the game plan when I started this post.
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*Although this blog phenomenon has given me tasty salad of new and growing friendships... I love tech-NAW-logy...
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