Stranded in this spooky town
Apparently the short one-liner of a post yesterday is better suited to twitter and not a blog post, I wasn’t aware that netiquette had developed to such a degree.
As to an explanation….
..Somewhat more difficult. I am sat here, in front of the keyboard, with a thousand words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs running around my head refusing to attach themselves in any permanent form to the screen. The backspace key is getting worn out and I’m afraid that the artificial intelligence within WordPress will just get tired of the relentless type-delete-retype-delete cycle and just publish anyways.
Where to begin and how to word this post without the spitted teeth embedding themselves into the paragraphs?
I dunno.
I value honesty above all else, and always ask friends to be frank and honest with me. I have a particularly thick skin and most things will be taken as they are meant – I always thought it particularly stupid to seek someones honesty and then repay that with hurt pride after they have taken a difficult leap to provide you with that feedback. Take it, deal with it, move on.
However the stream of ‘truth’ that came through over the Bank Holiday was a little too much, even for one as thick skinned and dense as myself. Whilst I recognised some of what was said, and sheepishly say “guilty as charged” to others, the rest just seemed pure anger and nothing that I recognised. The shutting of virtual doors afterwards leaves no room for response, and to be frank I don’t think I want to rattle those ‘doors’ to see if that’s even a possibility.
There comes a point in time when you think this is happening too often and I just don’t have the energy to weather this anymore.
I took it, the “dealing with” is being exorcised here, and now it’s time to move on, however sadly…
