Almost the end of a long day. You know the gospel song I Know I’ve Been Changed? I think that’s how I feel today. But not in a good way. I’m off balanced and uncomfortable about it. I received a note from someone who knows me via the internet and I believe it was EXTREMELY inappropriate due to its tone. Recently, my husband has been talking about the internet’s promise of bringing people together and it has. The internet has brought together new friends and formed families. The blog world is a good example of families…there are intimate circles, long distance cousins, and black sheep. I have always had an aversion to mofos coming at me too familiar. You can listen to folks like Creoleindc if ya want about me being nice….but I’m not. I am very critical in selecting who I let in. This person obviously feels as though they have broken that barrier and have a place in my intimate circle.
See….I thought it was pretty clear to discern whether or not you had made it into the circle but apparently I’m wrong. My line in the sand has faded away. Talk about being pissed.
I didn’t mention it to my other half because he would tell me I was overreacting and that the person didn’t mean any harm. Well hell I know the intent was not harm….BUT….don’t come at me like you’ve broken down the barrier if I haven’t let you in. It’s that simple.
My initial reaction was to reply to the note and explain…..you don’t know me son! But I didn’t. Let me tell you why.
- Something in my gut is holding me back…..right now.
- My husband will ask me why I snapped off and I really don’t feel like trying to explain it to him. He’s one of those social people that likes other people and is open to forging new relationships. He’ll think I’m being bitchy.
So right now I’m just marinating on it.
Category: Anger Issues
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I hope this situation works out for you. The internet can be good at bringing people together, but sometimes people take liberties they shouldn’t. Just like in real life.
Sometimes when people follow your day to day musings and get a glimpse into what they THINK are your innermost thoughts and then get to know you (behind the blog) it CAN lead to folks thinking that they REALLY know you.
That’s happened to me before and my reaction was “Damn, you more familiar than my real life homies” and that kinda let them know that they had crossed the line.
Your house sounds like mine. Bryan is very Mr. Meet-and-Greet and I’m the one who hangs back and observes before I make contact. He thinks I’m standoffish and mean … whatever … everyone does NOT warrant entry into my space.
Um… I think you have mistaken who the hell I am.
I’m only nice to a point because I’ve grown old and spent more than the first half of my life mean spirited, downright evil, vindictive, arrogant and a vessel for Uncle Sam in doing his dirty work and never receiving the proper accolades (even in causing death and destruction a soldier wants his due), and I learn to keep my friends close and enemies, hell… My mamma might be a fucking agent!
The way it is.
If you do not want to tell me something, then keep it with you. I’m asking to not use me as an excuse for you to o what you gotta. If somebody is a habitual line stepper and crosses the line, I say buss his/her head open to the white meat and when you telling em’ why they got their ass whipped, make sure to enunciate so they can understand clearly. This prevents future ass-whoopings and reduces cleaning costs.
See, the one thing she ain’t telling y’all about me, the husband is that I have no patience for bullshit.
I damn sure explained that over 40 years ago, the internet made all of us promises that it has kept in bringing us closer and creating virtual communities and such. It also has brought us nosey folk, stalkers, opportunists, gawkers and gamers hell bent on violating our trust to satisfy themselves in one way or another. One must deal with these assholes swiftly and accordingly or else we give them license to do it us again, so I urge you Mrs. Ntimbanjayo to nip that shit in the bud before I use my EC-Council certifiable computer forensics skillset and nip this shit my damn self.
I hope we’re clear on all the happy shiny stuff now.