Ho Hum

Lately I’ve been receiving some interesting emails from people reading the blog. Wanting me to join or add to their groups, they would reciprocate a link for me, that’s all well and good but I’m not much of a “joiner”. I do this as a way to keep up with the events of what is going on in my life and the people around me. I don’t do it for popularity or “How many Hits” this isn’t Facebook or any of those other popularity web sites.
I do this because it helps me; I like the comments because I get other points of views and give me a more open mind. Also, to look back to see where I’ve come from and grown and all the stuff I have messed up or hopefully improved upon. I’ve also been known to embellish my events a little, I mean who wants to read “I was hungry, I ate -- mm good, school was fun and I had a lot of home work, then bed”.
A couple of people wanted me to post photos of the people I write about, so they will have a face to relate to the story too. That won’t happen, with the drama we had last summer and the 40 year old lady that lived near us doing the creepy super stalk. She still emails me asking how Jacks is and that she misses talking to him, that gives me the goose bumps of Willies just thinking about it. “Shudder”. Besides, my Mom and a few other relatives read this and would totally lose their whole mind if they knew I put some sort of photo up on here, to me that’s wrong on so many levels.
I’ve met one person from the internet, she’s a total lunatic and that’s Shay. I had to go to Nashville a while back and she was on the way there. Its not like I stopped in to say hey and then leave, there was a conference going on and she worked the civic center for her job as well that week.
I’ve heard horror stories about people having one impression about someone from ”online” meeting them out in the real world and then mysteriously never hearing from them again. I guess that’s one of the wonders of online and emails. You don’t like them, or they piss you off, all you have to do is mute or change your email address. End of story, the end, over and out, problem solved. That is, if you are the dumper, if you are the dumpee then I pity you, because you have to sit and wonder what the hell you did wrong.