I'm going to take a moment here to bounce back something a truly amazing person said to me recently, with one tiny adaptation.
You aren't reprehensible. We're all foolish from time to time; it comes with the territory. But reprehensible, never.
I missed that post and therefore I missed out. It's not that I'm overwhelmed with curiosity about what it stated, but it was your thoughts, your future memories. I think if your brothers were to hear of this they would be appalled.
You stated an opinion, and the subject of the opinion got upset. Just like I purged a dark fantasy, and a part-time guardian angel snapped into hero mode. We take such chances every time we post on this blog that what we say, think, or feel is going to affect someone else.
If an online diary (or even an analog version) were to be an account of what one does in the course of the day, it would make for dry reading and a neurotic author. People sign on and read it because they want to know you. At least I do. That includes the icky parts.
Delete if you must, suppress if you must, edit if you must - it's your journal. But please don't be silent and flog yourself for a faux pas too long. We all do that. And once the dust settles, we understand.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2006-01-29 03:34 pm (UTC)You aren't reprehensible. We're all foolish from time to time; it comes with the territory. But reprehensible, never.
I missed that post and therefore I missed out. It's not that I'm overwhelmed with curiosity about what it stated, but it was your thoughts, your future memories. I think if your brothers were to hear of this they would be appalled.
You stated an opinion, and the subject of the opinion got upset. Just like I purged a dark fantasy, and a part-time guardian angel snapped into hero mode. We take such chances every time we post on this blog that what we say, think, or feel is going to affect someone else.
If an online diary (or even an analog version) were to be an account of what one does in the course of the day, it would make for dry reading and a neurotic author. People sign on and read it because they want to know you. At least I do. That includes the icky parts.
Delete if you must, suppress if you must, edit if you must - it's your journal. But please don't be silent and flog yourself for a faux pas too long. We all do that. And once the dust settles, we understand.