So this website is supposed to be an outlet. To a certain extent anyway. Some people actually put journals online. Deep down nitty gritty this is my life from the inside out and I want you to know everything about it kind of journals. Live Journals I understand. Somewhat. You can put a password on those and only give it out to some people. That’s kind of like your own little private whine-fest for you and whoever you deem worthy. But even those you can make available to the world. And that, Live Journal or not, I don’t quite understand. It brings new meaning to airing your dirty laundry. I mean… Why would you want the whole world to know what’s wrong with you. Then again… I think Live Journals can be anonymous. That I could again understand. Again somewhat. Then you’re just another screen name in this infinite parallel universe. But some people have their own websites and they actually put jourals up on them with their names blazing at the top in neon blinking letters. That I just can’t understand.
I had a really bad day today. For a lot of reasons. And as much as I would love to go into them here, because people would read it, perhaps give me feed back, whatever, perhaps agree with me (which would be ideal and would make me feel better), and perhaps wouldn’t agree with me (which I would ignore)… The people who caused the bad day could very likely read this. And that is entirely ass. If I have a problem with someone, I tell them to their face and if I don’t have the balls to tell them to their face, I see to it that it doesn’t get back to them some other manner. It’s taking the easy way out. You don’t want to deal with it, so you put it, whatever it is, somewhere where whoever they are can find it. It’s some personal way of looking at things and thinking about them. Even if I did, or do, talk to whoever about what’s bothering me, I still wouldn’t put it here. It’s not my place to do so.
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t ever told anyone I know about this site so I could write whatever I wanted. But then I’d never know if people were looking at it. And never have anyone tell me that the site looks nice. Or they liked what I wrote. Maybe I would. But it wouldn’t be the same.
I only wrote all of this because I had such a shitty day. I’d rather be writing about what happened. But now you know why I’m not.