Someone Call the Thought Police!
I have to get this off my mind so that I can go back to sleep. I was asleep, but the sleeping pills wore off. I got up and checked my LJ to find out about a crummy situation that has recently developed among so-called adults.
So it turns out that after Josh read my comment on Micheal's LJ entry about how I was upset that he used Micheal like that, he got mad at Micheal. That's what I'm guessing, anyhow. It's all very illogical. Now, Micheal is beating himself up, begging for forgiveness from Josh, and closing his online journaling.
This is wrong on so many levels, the first of which being that we're all adults. Isn't this the way children act? Yes, I was mad. I commented that I would never have given Josh Micheal's contact info had I known it would happen. It's the truth, I would not have. I care about Micheal too much to let someone lead him to believe that he wants a relationship for a week only to end up using him for a night because he feels lonely. I know what it's like to romanticize a relationship in your mind the week before you actually go out, because that's what happened to me this past week. And as you can see, it was not a good thing when the guy decided to randomly go to LA rather than meet me. However, I would have felt a lot worse had the guy made out with me, led me on all week, then told me that he loved his ex too much to date me.
Second, this is a journal. It's a place for your thoughts and feelings. And if not for the important ones, then for what? It's not like people are hanging on our every word. I mean, sheesh, I can't even get my best of friends to read my entire entries. But in the chance that they do read, they'll at least know what's truly going on in my life rather than get a fake face to the world of me painting everything all rosy.
I've never censored any of the comments on my LJ so far. But sadly, I was censored in Micheal's. I guess sometimes the truth hurts too much. Why are we all so afraid of the truth?
I'm grateful for:
1. The truth, as it tells me who my real friends are.
2. LJ, as a cathartic release.
3. Headphones, to sing me to sleep.
So it turns out that after Josh read my comment on Micheal's LJ entry about how I was upset that he used Micheal like that, he got mad at Micheal. That's what I'm guessing, anyhow. It's all very illogical. Now, Micheal is beating himself up, begging for forgiveness from Josh, and closing his online journaling.
This is wrong on so many levels, the first of which being that we're all adults. Isn't this the way children act? Yes, I was mad. I commented that I would never have given Josh Micheal's contact info had I known it would happen. It's the truth, I would not have. I care about Micheal too much to let someone lead him to believe that he wants a relationship for a week only to end up using him for a night because he feels lonely. I know what it's like to romanticize a relationship in your mind the week before you actually go out, because that's what happened to me this past week. And as you can see, it was not a good thing when the guy decided to randomly go to LA rather than meet me. However, I would have felt a lot worse had the guy made out with me, led me on all week, then told me that he loved his ex too much to date me.
Second, this is a journal. It's a place for your thoughts and feelings. And if not for the important ones, then for what? It's not like people are hanging on our every word. I mean, sheesh, I can't even get my best of friends to read my entire entries. But in the chance that they do read, they'll at least know what's truly going on in my life rather than get a fake face to the world of me painting everything all rosy.
I've never censored any of the comments on my LJ so far. But sadly, I was censored in Micheal's. I guess sometimes the truth hurts too much. Why are we all so afraid of the truth?
I'm grateful for:
1. The truth, as it tells me who my real friends are.
2. LJ, as a cathartic release.
3. Headphones, to sing me to sleep.