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two in a day

I'm very aware that this blog is public, and trust me when i say- I sometimes delete more than i post.  Not sometimes.  Most times.

Years ago i kept journals, which were pillaged by my ex-husband so i stopped writing.  When we parted ways, i began to blog online.  This was back when blogging wasn't a business and it wasn't meant to make money.  I enjoyed it, but this also caused some upset when people identified themselves in my blogs and felt it was unflattering.

I have two thoughts on this- One is, i don't lie, or make up stories.  If you don't want to be written about in a certain way- maybe just don't give me anything to write about.  If it happened to me I get to write about my version.  There's a comment section for anyone to call bullshit at any time and it hasn't happened once.  Yes, I've had to apologize for upsetting people and i've also developed deeper relationships because of my blogging so.......i'm gonna say what i'm gonna say.  Confront me, or not.  Care, or not - that is also up to you.

My second thought is - I don't "out" anyone in my blogs.  So if you are worried that i'm going to spill your business, stop it.  I'm not interested in hurting people or causing problems.  No matter how you feel about me, if you know me at all, you know i'll tell you straight.  IF it's my business to tell.  Again, there have been many times that i've wanted to write some nasty nasty stuff that i know about people i owe nothing to.  I haven't done it.  Not my style.

Why am i here?  Because writing is cathartic for me.  Some people play music, play sports, drink, whatever- I write.  Maybe ask yourself why you are here.  Are your motives clear to you?  Is it entertainment or are you hoping to see yourself here?  Or scared you will?

I never get comments so i have no idea who reads this or what their motives are.  That alone should reassure anyone who feels threatened.  See, this isn't about you.  It's FOR me.  And if you can identify with, or gain understanding by reading these blogs- more power to you.  But in the end, i don't really care what it does or does not do for the anonymous audience that remains unknown to me.

That is all.
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