Fuck them. I get shit about my blog and about how I live. You know what? It's my fucking life and just because I sometimes put stuff up that may or may not be true or partially true, it doesn't mean I owe any asshole out there with an anonymous internet connection an explaination.
I got approached in a bar a couple weeks ago by someone who had been reading my blog and wanted to ask me probing questions about my dating status and just who I meant when I wrote about an encounter. I told him that it wasn't his business and to fuck off. I told him that his being able to read my blog or buy a beer and muster up the courage to talk to me, didn't warrant any explainations. He caught on and we had a much nicer conversation about airlines and cruises and that was that.
Your honesty is not free nor deserved to anyone out there. I love this blog and would hate it if it became a source of grief in any way for you.
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Fuck them. I get shit about my blog and about how I live. You know what? It's my fucking life and just because I sometimes put stuff up that may or may not be true or partially true, it doesn't mean I owe any asshole out there with an anonymous internet connection an explaination.
I got approached in a bar a couple weeks ago by someone who had been reading my blog and wanted to ask me probing questions about my dating status and just who I meant when I wrote about an encounter. I told him that it wasn't his business and to fuck off. I told him that his being able to read my blog or buy a beer and muster up the courage to talk to me, didn't warrant any explainations. He caught on and we had a much nicer conversation about airlines and cruises and that was that.
Your honesty is not free nor deserved to anyone out there. I love this blog and would hate it if it became a source of grief in any way for you.
thank you
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