I’m dealing with some anger this evening and I’m not really sure how to best handle it so I’ve decided to blog about it as an outlet. A member of my extended family, who I don’t exchange more than 3 sentences with a year, for some reason, felt obligated to call my father to speak to him regarding some recent events in my life. Apparently, this information was obtained via facebook, but I’m well aware of how PUBLIC facebook is, and I can assure you that I covered my tracks to keep my situation as private as possible. I removed wall posts and any obvious notes regarding the event and so the only way this person could have gathered the information was to snoop around my profile in an attempt to be nothing more than a nosy jackass when she finally was able to pinpoint something. On top of the fact that it’s none of her business, it’s also not her story to tell – it’s MINE. I own it – I live it – I tell it. If you’re my facebook friend, you could email ME, or reach out to ME to discuss whatever it is that you feel the need to be a part of, even though it has NOTHING to do with you. Instead of reaching out to me, however, she called my father, who I had not yet had the opportunity to speak with about the situation and the way my father is, he probably took offense that I had not mentioned this to him prior to this, putting he and I’s relationship in a bad spot. Mind you, it’s nothing life threatening, but it is my private life, and I should be able to decide who knows, and most importantly, WHEN to tell my story. Some random member of my bloodline, in my opinion, has no right to nose around my facebook profile in an attempt to dig up dirt on me, especially when she has a daughter who has a baby daddy and two other kids, and a son with drug addiction problems. Deal with your own immediate family’s problems and stay the hell out of mine.
I have a pretty distorted view of reality; I'm perverse and I enjoy gratuitous use of the "F" bomb; I say random things at even randomer times and I even snort when I laugh really hard. I have a lot of baggage, from ex friends to ex boyfriends but despite all that shit, I try to remind myself that "All that really matters is what matters to me hee heeeeeee." So, read on if you dare, my head is a dangerous place.
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What’s going on
Flip Top HeadA post-a-day in 2008 Battles I've picked be my muse? Boy! Do I LOVE my macro setting Coffee Shop Confusion Day in the Life depression Fall is falling! Family Frosty Windowpanes Fuk-You-Fridays Full moon? High tide? general ramblings God save the Queen! Hawaii - the Vacation Holidaze horoscopes Idle B.S. Important Causes Knitting Rants Let's try this again life my pond My sisters wedding NaBloPoMo Out of the ashes... Parties photographs Racing Handicapper Extraordinaire Reciprocation Self-deprecating Moments Self-Imposed Psychoanalysis through Song Shit I can't even believe St. Valentine's Commercialization Starting Over...again Stuff that makes me happy The 4-legged kids the beginning the garden Ther-a-WHAT?! The shrinking of my ass Wedding Stuff Who's a control freak?! Winter in Southern PA kinda fun work
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