Several days ago someone posted an anonymous comment on my blog, which I subsequently deleted. Not because it was negative. In fact, this one was relatively nice, which is unusual from the land of anonymous. I deleted it because no matter how nice an anonymous comment is, it still annoys me that the person wouldn't even put their name down.
However, as I thought about it, there was something familiar about this comment. It inspired me to look through my blogger log and what I discovered led to the following discussion:
"What do you mean she's still reading your blog? I thought she hated you and never wanted to speak to you again."
"I guess her hatred for me only extended to my physical form - not the virtual."
"Well what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I could move it or end it. I'm really conflicted about it. I have nothing against her, other than the fact that she totally abandoned our friendship ... frequently."
"She was very nice but she hurt you a lot, on a regular basis. It got to the point where it no longer was a question of 'if' but 'when'."
"Yeah, but in a good way."
*starring at me*
"Alright, she had her bad points, but she also inspired me without ever really knowing it. I'm not even sure how she did it exactly. Every day, the thing that I most looked forward to was our impending three hour conversation, which was sure to occur that night, in which I would hear all about her day and she would hear all about mine and we would pick on each other like 5 year olds. (Some would say 10, but I don't think we were ever that mature.) Somehow this helped me orient my thoughts, made me feel better, and inspired me to wake up the next day and do it all over again. My thoughts flowed freely. So many posts on my blog are owing to her - not because they relate to her but because she somehow inspired me to write them. Even if it was only by sometimes saying, 'You need to update your blog'. 'She'll bring out the best and the worst you can be.'"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Does that mean you don't want your fries?"
"Stay away from my fries, bitch."
"So I'm conflicted. I bear her no ill will, but at the same time, she left. She said, "Good luck" and never spoke to me again. I can't see why she would still be reading my blog and I don't see why she should be entitled to keep up with my life."
"Maybe she's curious. I'm sure you are curious about how she is. I mean, you clearly miss her, for some unimaginable reason."
"Right, but that's the point - it doesn't seem fair that she gets to walk away from me and still keep up on my life and I don't get to know anything about hers."
"It doesn't seem fair that we're having this conversation.... I suppose she always was a rather private person. Perhaps it's almost a perfect dream for her."
"You're really going to eat all your fries aren't you?"
However, as I thought about it, there was something familiar about this comment. It inspired me to look through my blogger log and what I discovered led to the following discussion:
"What do you mean she's still reading your blog? I thought she hated you and never wanted to speak to you again."
"I guess her hatred for me only extended to my physical form - not the virtual."
"Well what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I could move it or end it. I'm really conflicted about it. I have nothing against her, other than the fact that she totally abandoned our friendship ... frequently."
"She was very nice but she hurt you a lot, on a regular basis. It got to the point where it no longer was a question of 'if' but 'when'."
"Yeah, but in a good way."
*starring at me*
"Alright, she had her bad points, but she also inspired me without ever really knowing it. I'm not even sure how she did it exactly. Every day, the thing that I most looked forward to was our impending three hour conversation, which was sure to occur that night, in which I would hear all about her day and she would hear all about mine and we would pick on each other like 5 year olds. (Some would say 10, but I don't think we were ever that mature.) Somehow this helped me orient my thoughts, made me feel better, and inspired me to wake up the next day and do it all over again. My thoughts flowed freely. So many posts on my blog are owing to her - not because they relate to her but because she somehow inspired me to write them. Even if it was only by sometimes saying, 'You need to update your blog'. 'She'll bring out the best and the worst you can be.'"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Does that mean you don't want your fries?"
"Stay away from my fries, bitch."
"So I'm conflicted. I bear her no ill will, but at the same time, she left. She said, "Good luck" and never spoke to me again. I can't see why she would still be reading my blog and I don't see why she should be entitled to keep up with my life."
"Maybe she's curious. I'm sure you are curious about how she is. I mean, you clearly miss her, for some unimaginable reason."
"Right, but that's the point - it doesn't seem fair that she gets to walk away from me and still keep up on my life and I don't get to know anything about hers."
"It doesn't seem fair that we're having this conversation.... I suppose she always was a rather private person. Perhaps it's almost a perfect dream for her."
"You're really going to eat all your fries aren't you?"
Well, the important thing was that you kept your eyes on the prize -- french fries. Yum.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you on that one, it really isn't fair that a friend who's not in your life anymore gets to watch from the outside, through your blog...
ReplyDeleteI don't know what kind of relationship you have, but, having been in 'friendships' with a few guys and had the long 3 hour before I sleep conversations, more often I find that its more conveinient for the girl than it is for the guy.
Guys dont do that unless they feel a huge connection to you... Girls sit around on the phone all the time, we talk about our feelings, it's what we do. Finding a guy who will listen is awesome, but does not mean we love them... we truly just see them as one of our girlfriends.
I find that guys in situations like that always end up getting hurt.
BUt then I'm just guessing.
(ps.. I never accept anons, I don't even leave the option)!