Things I Don’t Understand Make Me Angry

“I know all about cheating. I’ve had six very successful marriages.”~Bobby Heenan

People often get excited when they enter into a full blown new relationship. I know that I do!

I witnessed one shouting from the mountain tops this afternoon of her new found love that was right under her nose! And was feeling pretty silly for not considering the guy to give him a chance at something more long term.

So I inquired. After all, this was a person that I had thought I had a few years to go before I earned “tenure” and going one on one never seemed to go wrong. With a few obvious and constant exceptions that were just mind meltingly annoying.

As expected, more details were being handed out as I was in a private conversation with her. But she could not restrain herself from being so damned bubbly about the new prospective relationship.

Okay, I get that. Nothing to get annoyed about.

Until I learned of their history together. It was someone that has been around in her life for a very long time. Just that he came in and out of it at certain points.

You see, I had met this person from the Internet over a decade ago. But at the time she was married with children. So I backed off knowing that even trying to attempt anything wasn’t going to get me any where.

“She’s single now. Go get her!!!”

Fast forward all that time and our paths crossed again. This time, she was divorced with children. I attempted to make my move and woo her as much as possible without having the fault of the Internet make me sound like some gushing pervert.

Needless to say that I failed. And realized that a factor in this problematic situation was the very large distance. And probably the age difference as well as she was a few years elder than I. But hell, age is nothing but a number. But the miles in between I was believing would be an issue.

So I almost gave up.

Besides, the annoying habit was that each and every time I corresponded with her online and I said something wooing or flirtatious or whatever, her response was always to hand over an emoticon of a smile.

🙂

Wait. What? Seriously?? How was I to win at anything when combating those stupid smiley faces???

Fast forward again back to present time. The “hero of her heart of the day” was a person that she had cheated with on her husband back during the days when she was married.

WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And to think I was attempting to take a shot at her, now that she was untied, unkept, and single.

I spent all that time flirting and complimenting and chatting, but for what? Absolutely nothing. Unless she just absorbed that kind of attention.

And I wondered what kind of major bullet did I dodge by actually LOSING the  task of winning her heart and/or affection?

Cheating is nothing that I understand. I do not understand why people do it. Although I have been the person that someone cheated WITH on a number of experiences in the past. Of course all of those just about ruining my life in the long run.

So yes, cheaters make me angry. And to believe that even if I would have won the affections of her… how long before she would have cheated on ME?!?!?!?

I’m pretty sure that science and history come together that when a person cheats, that it makes it just that much easier to do it again and again and again. And who needs that? Cheating is lying and lying is cheating. And I don’t know of anyone who wants to be lied to or cheated on. 

I suppose that in some twisted way, I should be thanking this woman for being honest with me about her past. I couldn’t help but be frustrated at her la-de-da attitude about what she had done, but then again… those are NOT my consequences. It was still shocking nonetheless. 

So here’s a lifetime of being spared the agony. The finances. The emotional turmoil. And the realization of being cheated on yet again as it has happened to me in my lifetime, by my first ever serious girlfriend.

NOT cool.

So yeah, I’m angry. Angry to know what she’s been through. Angry to know what she’s done. And angry to know what she is absolutely capable of!!!!

The question is, now that she’s falling for the man that she cheats with when she is with other men, who is she going to cheat with on THIS guy?!?!?!?

Doesn’t sound fair, does it?? 

There are no mistakes in cheating. It only causes damage of magnitudes that you never thought possible.

It turns the strong into fragile beings. It turns the faithful into the untrusting.

Worlds crash, people’s lives are changed forever, and for what? Because you decided to find happiness elsewhere and hide it. If you’re not happy ….. don’t freakin’ cheat.

 

 

 

 

A Charitable Shock To The Nervous System

“If you haven’t got any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble.”~ Bob Hope

So the final episode that I will write about this past weekend was the afternoon in which I was waiting to return home.

After seeing so many characters that were bonkers and insane, I just thought it best to keep to myself until I got home.

While I waited, a vehicle came rushing through the Shell gas station parking lot complete with squealing tires. The passenger door popped open and a small girl exited the vehicle. There was  gentleman driving, presumed by me to be her father.

I suspected that she had to use the restroom and so they stopped there. As she did so, she took all of the garbage out of the vehicle and threw it away. Both of her hands were full of trash that she had to nudge the car door shut with her foot.

As she walked away, the driver squealed off again and kept circling around the gas pumps before finally settling in on parking ILLEGALLY in the handicapped parking…. to which I was nearby. I wasn’t thrilled about that at all. But I’m not the law.

The guy rolled down his window and asked me if I wanted to listen to Springsteen. Again presuming here: Bruce Springsteen. So I nodded to him.

I halfway expected him to crank up the volume but he didn’t.

Several minutes passed and he sat there illegally parked before I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the girl had come out of the gas station and now had to walk over to where the vehicle was parked.

I paid no attention to it.

Then I heard this voice say “HI!” to me. It was the girl. She handed me a wad of cash.

I looked at the old man in the vehicle and he nodded and smiled. I took the cash from her hand and she said nothing else and walked away. When she was inside the vehicle, he offered a salutation and sped out of the parking lot and onto the streets like he was Don Johnson or something.

This blew my mind!

For those of you who believe in karma would probably believe that this guy really done good with this act of charity.

I sat there for much of the hour wondering WHY he did it. But that was never to be answered in this lifetime. I could speculate for the rest of my life as to why he made that decision to give me money.

The first thing that came to my mind as I watched his vehicle cruise down the street was I wondered if I looked like a panhandler. But I really did not. I thought I looked like someone who was traveling. Luggage bag in tow.

Over and over in my mind I kept wondering what just happened and why it happened. It all snapped out of my mind when little Miss Attitude arrived.

I didn’t receive a lot of money. But it was ENOUGH to do something with it. Still it sits here on the desk near the  computer… not sure what to do with it, if anything at all.

Idiot Award For January 2013

“Let’s just say Mason is the best birth control ever! I’m definitely happy to wait a while.”~ Kim Kardashian

I didn’t find out about this until the past hour or so. When I did find out it wasn’t yet 2013 in Los Angeles, California.

Kanye West and Kim Kardashian are now expecting a child. We have a winner, Kim Kardashian picks up yet another “honor” of this award.

Heaven help us!!

Just when we all thought that we had survived the entire Snooki baby situation, now we have yet another Kardashian pregnant.

Although I must admit that I actually expected this to be in the news a very long time ago. I really did, considering who we are talking about.

I believe now that the world is going to be wrapping their greedy little faces around this story.

It just really blows me away because now, this child is going to bring about so many levels of greed and worthless merchandise, such as baby clothes with a certain name on the brand that nobody on planet Earth will be able to afford.

It is what it is though. I just was personally shocked that I had to learn about it as I was wanting to help my colleagues on the West Coast ring in 2013. What a curve ball it was!!  

We’ll see what will happen for sure in the coming months. Even though WE ALL KNOW what that will be!!

So apparently her favorite birth control (whatever that quote came from) either Kim stopped using or it became defective. Or that she was done waiting. And I suppose kudos are in order because Kanye was “allowed to finish.”

I will say that I hope that all of you enjoyed celebrating the bringing in of the new year and that all of you are safe and having fun. We have a new year upon us. Let’s all join together and hope that it is even better and brighter than 2012.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

 

Highway To Hilarity

“My advice is: if you’ve got to be miserable to write great music, then drive a truck.”~ Chris Isaak

One of the most vivid memories I’ve carried with me is one of sharing moments with several women who were my childhood crushes. Even before I reached the age of ten years old, I had my favorites. Three of them in fact! They were girls named Lisa, Martha, Kayla and Ana.

More specifically related to this blog post, was the time that I went to a high school parade. Kayla and Ana who were cheerleaders and classmates of my elder brother would soon find me yet again in their presence with my heart all beating wildly. In fact, the entire cheerleader squad knew that my eyes would always twinkle when I would see any of them.

The parade, I remember was cold and a little damp. Being so close to Christmas time. Until one of the floats in the parade came crawling by. I didn’t notice at first, but it was the float of the high school cheerleaders. They were throwing out pieces of candy to the crowds on both sides of the street.

But once it had passed where I was standing on the side of the street and Ana had seen that I was standing there, she yelled and waved at me. Suddenly I was being showered by tons of pieces of candy as fast as she could throw with both hands. Eventually everyone on the back of the parade float would launch ALL of the candy that they had. Barrels of candy being poured into the streets.

Needless to say that children from both sides of the street came streaming to grab as much of it as possible. All the while trying to avoid getting ran over by others who were marching in the parade and the upcoming floats that were behind them. Tons of hard candy were crushed by the tires of the parade float and much of the “good candy” would vanish by the will of young children fueled by sugar-filled avarice.

After employing my younger brother to grab me a piece of candy from the streets, after hundreds of pounds of candy had been poured everywhere, I only ended up with a broken piece of butterscotch.

The reason why the cheerleaders went that wild was because I had been in the hospital because of a major surgery. And this was the first time that they had seen me since that surgery and they all wanted me to feel better. What better way to do that than to shower me with candy!

Fast forward to this evening.

A neighbor and I decided that we wanted to go out to eat. But since neither one of us have a driver’s license, we had to ask another couple who lives here to take us and invite them along. We were calling it a double date.

Their vehicle though is a small truck. There would not be enough room for all four of us to ride inside. So I was the one that sat in the bed of the pick up.

As we went blazing up the highway at speeds of at least 75 MPH (120 KM/H), vehicles that were in traffic behind us would find quite the surprise to see me just chilling out in the back of the truck. The wind blowing through my hair as I sat still.

Most of the drivers behind us stared at me with their jaws dropping. Others were curious and smiling, taking photographs of me with their cell phones.

And it was the same way when we returned home. Although the wind was more vicious and I was not able to move my head around and look about as I was on the way to the restaurant.

For several miles, I noticed one vehicle that was packed with teenage girls. Every last one of them kept smiling and laughing and pointing at me. When I noticed this, I pointed back. I smiled back at them. The next thing I knew, everyone with the exception of the driver (thankfully) had their iPhones and cell phones as close to the windshield as possible.

Then when it had seemed like everyone had taken photographs of me in the wind in the back of this truck, I watched them as they kept sharing with one another what they had. And then they sped off and disappeared.

But then later on they would fall behind again and I would see them, but from the other side of the vehicle.

Again, they took more and more photographs and the second time around I was blowing kisses, winking, and throwing up the Horns at them. To which a couple of them in the backseat threw Horns back.

But sadly, these moments of fun would come to an end as the truck turned east and the girls in the other vehicle kept on heading south.

My image is most likely going to end up on their personal profiles on several social networking websites. But too bad they will never know just who I am. But it was sure fun. 

It was like I was riding a float in my OWN parade. And every person who was ever directly behind the truck that I was in… if they dared to look straight ahead would find quite the surprise.

But even so… having my own parade, I know how others have felt when they have been riding on a float or in the back of a convertible or in any way behind in front of people from the sides.

I just don’t think that in the history of any parade, that the floats were going just as fast!!!!

 

 

 

A Very Memorable First Impression

“What did the five fingers say to the face?”~ Dave Chappelle

Yesterday I received a call from someone that I knew so long ago. After about an hour of talking and catching up with one another, she had invited me to return to Kansas to be there to celebrate the renewing of her wedding vows to her husband.

I actually was there when she got married during a small civil ceremony. I was the one that actually walked the bride outside onto the deck where it all took place. Such an honor.

But now they are going to renew their vows this March and of course she knew that I lived so far away, and yet still felt it was important for her to invite me anyway. As they say, it was the thought that counts.

After a while, I called my friends in Kansas to talk about the fact that she had called to invite me. And then the conversation had turned to taking a few moments to remember some memories that my friends and I had. Particularly the day that I met my friend’s wife for the first time. We all agreed that this story is funny, and that I should share it on my blog.

I had been friends with Jeremy for a few years and he kept talking about this woman whom he had dated a while back. They lost touch with one another and he began to wonder about her. But then when Jeremy’s sister was going to be married, he told me that this woman, Weslyon, was going to be in attendance at the wedding. So I shouldn’t panic if he “disappeared” for a while. After all, he was my ride.

I was introduced to Weslyon and she was very smart, quirky, and funny. It would come to be that myself, along with Jeremy and his brother, and Weslyon would all hang out together for the rest of the day into the night and the following day.

I remember thinking that it was really awesome to be able to hang out with people my own age, doing whatever we wanted and having no curfews or anything. Just young adults doing what they pleased.

After the wedding, we strolled around in the Wal-Mart for several hours. I would come to find out very quickly that Weslyon was a bit of a prankster of sorts. Very fast on the comebacks. But once you’ve been had, you’ve been had. Props were to be given to her.

We then went out to eat, and then decided to go to the movies. Now this is where this blog dates the whole situation. We went to go see “Men In Black”.

From right to left, was myself-Jeremy-Weslyon-Jeremy’s brother. The “Awesome Foursome Of Friends”.

In the darkness of the theater during the silly advertisements and trivia questions and movie facts, Jeremy’s brother and I noticed that… Jeremy & Weslyon were holding hands.

Hmm….

Well of course now we had to pick on them. We told them that we were not going to tolerate any hanky-panky during the film. And threatened to separate them if they misbehaved.

But my general comment about it was that they’d find a way to still hold hands even if we sent Jeremy to the back of the theater.

"Nobody saw it coming in the darkness. Everyone was shocked."

In the blink of an eye, I felt an excruciating sharp pain across my collar bone. Weslyon had reached over and slapped me, while reaching across Jeremy’s chest. Jeremy to this day claims he never got touched but felt the wind of her swinging arm go by his face.

There I sat, wondering what just happened. I never saw it coming. Not while sitting in the darkness. She didn’t make a sound! For awhile, we nicknamed her “assassin”.

I didn’t say anything. Nobody said anything. Not until after the movie when Weslyon had began to profusely apologize to me for hitting me like that. I could never figure out until probably close to a year after it had happened as to WHY it happened in the first place.

She had misheard what I had said about Jeremy finding a way to still hold hands with her from way back in the theater. What she thought I had said was far worse and perverted, so she retaliated in her defense.

This is how my friendship with Weslyon had started. With a smack across the collar bone due to a misunderstanding. And we still laugh about it to this day.

I found myself with Jeremy & Weslyon one full year after it had happened. I ended up having this conversation with her from the backseat of their vehicle, talking about how it had been one year since that fateful smack. She again apologized and I told her that in memory of it being one year, and neither one of us were dead from killing one another, I bought her a gift.

“Men In Black” on VHS.

The look on her face was priceless. Jeremy lost it, laughing so hard he began to drool on himself. But then Weslyon and I hugged and she thanked me.

Weslyon still is the Queen of comebacks. I’ve not met anyone her equal. She got me good on the telephone yesterday. I was stunned to the point of being speechless. Yep, she’s still got it!! And honestly I hope she never loses it. Life would be dull if she did.

But now I can say that I understand why they say to be silent during the movie, because you never know when the backhand of death will come flying in your direction in the darkness.

Pornography Surprises

“The amateur porn business makes $11 billion a year. They don’t get bad reviews.”~ Joe Pantoliano

 

Last night I had one of the most wild surprises in my e-mail that I have ever received in the past 10 years.

 

All weekend long, I was receiving messages from a guy that I now regret ever giving my e-mail address to. He filled it everytime with some kind of URL that would link to some kind of pornographic website, all because he thought that I might find the female actress to be hot.

 

Suddenly, he wrote in the subject title “I FOUND YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT” in an e-mail. I guess I could have just deleted it, but I didn’t. What I would find is yet another URL to another pornographic website, but this time he had included his username and password. And instructions to one particular page.

 

I was to find a woman named “Lexy” and click on her page.

 

When I did, I saw the most horrifying, mysterious, and shocking thing that I never thought that I would see in my life.

 

“Lexxy” as it were, was a female porn actress and she had about 10 different videos on the page.

 

Very cautiously, I clicked on the shortest video there was. Knowing that I was not a fan of pornography. What I saw for the next 3 minutes and 42 seconds was rather intriguing as “Lexxy” was looking familiar for a strange reason that I could not wrap my mind around.

 

After that, I moved on. Clicked the second one beneath it. And then it all came to light. I realized why this “Lexxy” was so familiar.

 

“Lexxy” is an ex-girlfriend of mine. Not a cyber girlfriend, and not a long distance relationship girlfriend, an actual tangible relationship girlfriend.

 

Immediately I threw up. I didn’t even have time to think about moving towards the bathroom. It just came out, and came out strong and hard.  My head spun, I was feeling faint and extremely disgusted.

 

I turned it off in total disbelief. I began to doubt the validity that it was her. I did some searching and it didn’t take that long to realize that in fact, it was her. Her face was the same, her voice. The only thing that was different was her body type which had obviously been altered for the industry.

 

I sat there wondering why she would do this. But then again, it didn’t surprise me. Considering the fact that after we had broken up, she was said to have been working at a strip club. Something that I never got confirmation on, but then again I didn’t really care as it was over between her and I. The only thing I could think of is that she went from exotic dancing to amateur pornography at some point.

 

What was bothering me about it is that when we were dating, we found out that we had a mutual fascination for tigers. The hypothetical question came up: If you can own a pair of male and female tigers, what would you name them?.

 

For the female, I said “Lexy”.

 

I’m guessing she held on to that to this day as it is now her “stage name”.

 

It still made me so violently sick to my stomach. No matter what the opinion that I hold on her would be.

 

I personally do not get into pornography. And that is for many reasons. Other than it being a moral issue.

 

Computer viruses are on all pornographic videos on the Internet. It will damage your computer and ultimately destroy it. Trojans and other things that are in the videos will connect to your computer and kill it. You can have the biggest and baddest anti-virus program built, and it will still attach itself to your machine.

 

I recall reading an article about the strangest Hollywood career changes. There was an Italian porn actress from the 1980’s that had gone from the porn industry into the Italian government. It struck me as odd, so I researched it.

 

It took just one click of the wrong website and my computer was toast.

 

I am also not a voyeur. I do not receive a thrill over watching someone else have sex. I would prefer not to be a part of the audience. That just isn’t in me. 

 

Pornography is dangerous as it is. Many people get addicted to it. And then they think that it is okay to take their addiction into the real world and treat women just the same as they see it on their videos. They do not realize that pornography to a certain degree is fake. It still is just another form of entertainment. No matter what your view on it is.

 

But I sure did get one heck of a surprise to have seen her. Especially like that!!!! I’m not sure exactly what I am going to do. Other than try to clean out my computer’s history and cookies and other files that connect my computer to that particular website. I definitely trashed the e-mail that contained the website. And I wrote back that I didn’t want any more of this guy’s porn. If he continues to send more, then I am going to block him from my e-mail.

 

He said he had thought it was my ex. So he definitely was going to share it with me to see if he was right or not…. and of course, he was.

 

I think though that I could have lived the rest of my life without having to have seen that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Intruded And Insulted

“The psychology of a language which, in one way or another, is imposed upon one because of factors beyond one’s control, is very different from the psychology of a language which one accepts of one’s free will.”~ Edward Sapir

The other afternoon I was taking a bit of a nap. It didn’t last long as I heard someone knocking on the door. So when I got up to answer the door, a very tall man (probably about 6’4″/ 193 cm) began to introduce himself as well as intimidate with his size to push me back away from the door and find his way inside of my home.

He sat down and introduced himself as a psychologist and wanted to come by and say “hello” and allow himself to be used at my disposal for my needs. I stared at him blankly for a moment, trying to figure out how he got inside so fast and then just made himself at home like he did.

Then he mentioned that “a neighbor” was concerned about me, considering the pain and suffering I had this past January from doing what I had to do when I was assaulted. Allegedly, this neighbor was concerned about my mental health and safety and gave him a call to come by.

Well, as much as I appreciated the idea that the neighbor was thinking about me this really wasn’t anything that I had in mind on how to deal with the traumatic situation that I had gone through. Yes, perhaps a psychologist. But not one that just walks through my door and sits down and starts asking me a bunch of questions. And trust me, this gets worse and it shouldn’t have.

So I gave him all of the gruesome details about the assault. The way I had protected myself, the death, and what had happened. As I was talking about it, he began to sit on the edge of the couch as if he was watching some intense moment on television.

When I had finished he sat back and exhaled. He shook his head and with plenty of profanity, he expressed how rotten that this had happened to me and that people suck… really, really SUCK.

He said something along the lines of he was glad it was just the one time. But I informed him that I have been no stranger to assault in this area in the past few years. People wanting my wallet or whatever I had.

He was shocked to hear that there was a lot more to my past with crime than just the one time. He began to laugh and laugh and laugh. More profanity as he exclaimed with his excitement. At some point, he had to stop me from going through everything. And then his reaction and comment was totally and completely insulting in my humble opinion.

He looked me in the face and said, “Man! You are a really big shit magnet!!”. And then he continued to laugh and laugh.

Umm…

I understand that it is so wild that I have been targeted many times for people who were willing to commit criminal activities and intrude upon me, but to insult me like that was totally unprofessional, uncalled for, and rude.

So then he said that I should call him in a few weeks and he will come out again and we will come back and talk to me. This guy apparently does visits in people’s homes. And I think that could work to other people’s advantage that he would come to them. I just do not understand how he keeps his job by behaving like he does. Especially how he behaved in front of me. Almost like he was having a great time hearing the stories that I was telling him. Stories of crime and of course, pain.

What really sticks out in my mind, is the laughing. And the swearing in his thoughts that some how I am some kind of person that attracts these bad things that has happened to me in the past few years. Almost to say that it is all MY fault.

And he says he wants to help me through the process of dealing with it. Now, I am not quite sure on how he is going to do that when I am feeling smaller and smaller as he laughs at me.

Clearly this is not the best guy for the job. Not if I am going to be feeling little about things. Isn’t he supposed to empower me instead? And clearly I have a neighbor out there somewhere, of course I was not told who it was, but whomever it was: Thank you for the thought, but mind your own business!!

Critical Kick In The Nuts

I probably should not be paying this much attention to the situation, and rather thanking the person for not taking their criticisms on a public forum. But I think it can be an interesting subject on how we handle criticism.

I was recently told by someone that they hated.. rather they LOATHED a few things that I had selected for posting. They were just not that into it at all. They were however, rather gracious enough to explain what they did not like about to me, but privately.

Needless to say that I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. It was like they were taking their words and just kicking me straight in the junk with it and had no worries about consequences.

I read over it several times, trying to see their side of things. Some of it made sense, I could see how they just wouldn’t care for it at all.

I think though it was not their criticism that got to me, it was HOW they were criticizing. Their words were just about as insulting as can be. I kept trying to tell myself that I needed to be grateful for their negative feedback and move on. After all, one is not going to be able to please the entire world. “To each, their own.” Clearly, that which I had posted was not their cup of tea.

Naturally they were quite vocal on their opinion on how I could have made each posting that much better. With each paragraph that I read of their so-called “corrections”, I started to hate the term “constructive criticisms”, believing that it is just a way to soften the blow to someone who disagrees with another person.

All in all, they felt that it was “okay” to go ahead and give names of people, places, and things. That I did not have to be so vague. They believed that if I am speaking of a certain individual, I should just the flood gates open and give all detail involved with what I am posting about, so that my point of it all becomes more clear.

That simply just isn’t me. It is not who I am. I write whatever comes to me in that particular moment in time and just go with it. I do not want others to feel that sense of being “threatened” because their name and situation has been posted on the Internet. After all, is it really the business of the world to know that I think that Sally is the worst driver in the world and I cannot stand having to ask her for transportation whenever I am needing to go somewhere? No!!!

Is it really the business of the world that I went to Tokyo two summers ago and got wild and crazy with a girl named “Asuki”? What, are you kidding me?!?

And honestly, is it really the business of the world that I am going to go to New England for a wedding to witness a friend get married to a girl named Michelle twenty-two years his junior? Absolutely not.

I do not post these things–not because I fear the backlash from these individuals, but rather I choose to hold their privacy in respect. Trust me, if I ever had feared personal backlash for mentioning someone or their situation, it has not and will not appear here, ever.

So then, how in the world do we deal with criticisms, in general??

I do not believe personally, that there is right and wrong way. I do believe that with every piece of criticism, whether positive or negative, there’s something to be learned about your audience, and about yourself.

This blog obviously has taken a wild turn since I started it several months ago. The subject matter of each and every post doesn’t fit any pattern at all. So I have to stop and think, “What is it that I want to do with this blog?”. I will give my hypothetical answer to this question in another post.

Yet with the changes that it has gone through, I would have to say that I am still fine with it all and very much pleased with how it has been coming along. I’ve had many people comment on several different posts in several different ways. A majority of them in a positive light. But others, not so positive.

For myself, which is the only person for whom I can speak… whenever there is negative criticism, I stand back and try to figure out just what it was, that the person didn’t like about whatever it was that I had done. If it comes to be that they have shown me a different light where something should be changed, that it would benefit me then its all for the good and good should be taken out of the negative. If it just comes to be that the person who sent the negative criticism was just being mean, I must be able to identify that and dust them off and move on. That particular audience is not the kind of people in which I need to target.

But I will say this: I have a great number of people who are very, very supportive of me and what I do. They might not agree 100% of the time with what I say or do, but they stick by me no matter what. The difference is, is that they just don’t come up to me and say, “Ohh man, that sucked!”, then walk away OR try to change who I am.

I do not receive a lot of “negative criticism” too much. So when it comes, I’m never really all that prepared for it. And that is kind of what happened.

Therefore, I’ve taken into consideration their words and will be dusting them off because all it was (in my opinion)… was them trying to change who I am and how I write. It is too bad that they didn’t like it. I guess all I can say is that I am sorry that they didn’t like it. But is it necessary? Probably not. With how they worded things, I seriously doubt that they will be back again.

For those of you who have made it this far… I thank you and appreciate you. Every comment left, whether private or public, means a great deal to me. Your feedback is always genuinely considered. I think that it helps mold this blog to be better, as well as knowing myself better.

To those who do not like this blog: I wish you the best of luck in finding something that suits your needs more somewhere in the future.