I love having a blog, because 99% of the time, it is a positive experience.
But every once in awhile, a bad apple just tries to spoil the bunch for all of us. I usually try to clear things up with the person directly, but in this case, I can't.
Hopefully, the person that I am referring to won't be coming back here any more and leaving nasty comments. If you do come back, and you'd like to have more of your "intelligent" conversations, please do it via e-mail so that I can actually respond to your questions. I'm sure you don't really want my answers, it seems you have your life all figured out and perfect, but
you did ask. It doesn't happen often, folks, but I am fired up. This same person has been spreading their hate on other peoples' blogs this week and I would love to address them personally, but they have gone PWP. Good. I don't want to read any more of their negativity anyway.
Okay, sorry.
No, wait, I am not.
If you are going to publicly scorn me and make me feel badly for something, or judge someone else that is going through a hard time, don't run away and hide afterward. You pick on my friends, you pick on my mothering, and I am not going to apologize for standing up for them and myself.
Okay, done.
But every once in awhile, a bad apple just tries to spoil the bunch for all of us. I usually try to clear things up with the person directly, but in this case, I can't.
Hopefully, the person that I am referring to won't be coming back here any more and leaving nasty comments. If you do come back, and you'd like to have more of your "intelligent" conversations, please do it via e-mail so that I can actually respond to your questions. I'm sure you don't really want my answers, it seems you have your life all figured out and perfect, but you did ask.
It doesn't happen often, folks, but I am fired up. This same person has been spreading their hate on other peoples' blogs this week and I would love to address them personally, but they have gone PWP. Good. I don't want to read any more of their negativity anyway.
Okay, sorry.
No, wait, I am not.
If you are going to publicly scorn me and make me feel badly for something, or judge someone else that is going through a hard time, don't run away and hide afterward. You pick on my friends, you pick on my mothering, and I am not going to apologize for standing up for them and myself.
Okay, done.