My mother reads my journal. She knows my pseudonym, I told her years ago. Apparently, she has taken that as permission to complain viciously about what's in my journal, even though she and others are not mentioned by name.
Well, guess what?? I'm almost 42. I don't need anyone's permission to rant about my family in my own journal.
I have taken pains to protect the privacy of people I discuss:
1) I only name people by role or initial. The exception is if the person is *dead*
2) Even when I mention people, I don't give last names.
3) This journal is posted under a pseudonym, to further protect the privacy of myself, my friends, and my family.
4) I don't even mention where I work, to protect privacy there, too.
I don't mind if friends and relatives want to read my journal to know what's going on with my life. It's something I can steal a few minutes out of my schedule to write, and point people to who may care. But they don't tell me what I can write.
I write in this journal to try to develop a habit of writing, and my own "voice". This means I will rant, expound, kvetch, wonder, or wax sarcastic.
If you think that my writings about my family and friends can somehow be used as a club to whack me or them with, think again - for one, I may actually be no relation. I have a couple near doubles out there, with very similar lives.
If you think that you can tell me what to write about or not write about, you are cordially invited to run onto the nearest freeway and engage in intimate relations with the biggest semi truck you can find, without lube.
Well, guess what?? I'm almost 42. I don't need anyone's permission to rant about my family in my own journal.
I have taken pains to protect the privacy of people I discuss:
1) I only name people by role or initial. The exception is if the person is *dead*
2) Even when I mention people, I don't give last names.
3) This journal is posted under a pseudonym, to further protect the privacy of myself, my friends, and my family.
4) I don't even mention where I work, to protect privacy there, too.
I don't mind if friends and relatives want to read my journal to know what's going on with my life. It's something I can steal a few minutes out of my schedule to write, and point people to who may care. But they don't tell me what I can write.
I write in this journal to try to develop a habit of writing, and my own "voice". This means I will rant, expound, kvetch, wonder, or wax sarcastic.
If you think that my writings about my family and friends can somehow be used as a club to whack me or them with, think again - for one, I may actually be no relation. I have a couple near doubles out there, with very similar lives.
If you think that you can tell me what to write about or not write about, you are cordially invited to run onto the nearest freeway and engage in intimate relations with the biggest semi truck you can find, without lube.
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*Chuckle!*
Isn't the passive-aggressive two-step a fun dance?
Frankly, I can't see why your friends (of which I'm one) or relatives (of which I'm not one) should really give a damn about what you write, other than how it relates to you personally.
Post whateverthehell you like about me (and others) in your LJ, for all I care. Just do me a favor and make sure it's either true factual information or true opinion. And if I think you've your head planted soundly up your anatomy, don't flake-out all over the place if / when I call you on it.
To quote a (non-psycho) ex-girlfriend: "Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck."
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Re: From her mom
I may not like your thoughts, but I am damned proud of you for being who you are and as independent as you are. ~~~~~ she who birthed you, I think. LOL
Tough Shit!
I don't have to be accurate according to you in my rants. If it hurts, you might want to ask yourself why. If there was no truth in it, you'd just laugh.
BTW, I really don't care about who among your detractors is pissing around here, and I really resent you posting your squabbles in my blog. I have removed it. The fact that you worry about what people who use hotmail addresses have to say does not thrill me.
Keep my pseudonym private, please, or I'll publish something you would rather not see made public - everyone has skeletons in their closets.
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Re: From her mom
As for the emails. I don't want to have that feud brought to your blog either. I just wanted you to realize with whom some people are dealing. You brought your mom into your rant and now you are pissed that she called you on some of the pure shit that you posted in a rant because your mom asked if you would be able to take care of your grandma for a few weeks. That you were not willing or able is fine. If you rant and piss and moan about being asked, then be ready to accept the consequences if your mom doesn't like what you say and emails you about it. You have taught her well not to take any more shit from her family.
BTW, your mom never thought that you and M were getting it on. She thought that it was you and D perhaps. She seems to be the kind who believes that love is not only sex. She also is of the ilk not to go around asking everyone their sexual orientation. I'm sure some of her friends are swingers, ac/dc and likely some are gay too. I never asked her, or her friends. Did you?
In case you are interested, your mom's husband came home from the hospital on Wednesday and Friday was his birthday. He had pneumonia. Your grandma was doing really good the last time I saw her. She gets insulin shots now and your mom has to give them to her. The asthma and the arthritis in your mom's back is worse, but all goes pretty well as long as she doesn't have to bend over much. She told me her house was 90 today because the air just can't keep up with 98 outside, not with the holes in the floor anyway. ~~~~~jemyl
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Re: From her mom
That kind of thing is never "a few weeks". We all both know it.
I still think my mom is a financial dunce - money seems to burn a hole in her pocket, whether it's earmarked for something else or not. The best description is "penney wise, pound foolish". She goes broke "saving money".
You really doesn't get it, does you? I will rant about my mother, my father, sister, friends, bosses, whatever... AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHETHER ANY OF THEM THINK I'M RIGHT OR NOT!" There's no "consequences" for expressing my opinion here, not from you or anyone else. My mother can't spank me physically or psychologically any more. The fact that she's trying is just... pathetic.
So she can call it "pure shit" if she likes, and I will tell her where to shove her passive-aggressive crapola. You don't have to agree with me, and I don't have to put up with the manipulation, guilt, and control games.