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[avevale_intelligencer]

Apologies for the deletion of recent posts. I was trying a friend's technique. It didn't help, so I won't be doing it again.

I did something utterly unconscionable last night, and the fact that I didn't intend it does not make it any less vile. I have said, oh, many, many times, that I am not really as nice a person as people think I am, that I have dark and sticky bits just like everyone else, and more than some.

I'll be running quiet in here for a while, till I know that I can trust myself not to speak out of turn again.

Comments

[bardling.livejournal.com]

Umm, we all slip up in our choice of words sometimes. The opinion you expressed there was entirely valid - and probably not offensive to anyone either. The choice of words for how you expressed it was probably spontaneous and, as is easily done, probably came across with different connotations & linkage-to-context than you meant it, and it hurt.
These things happen. Friends hurt each other - the close we are, the easier it is for that to happen, because we place more value on the opinion of those friends, and we also have let most of our guards down, are more vulnerable.
You realised the hurt you caused & apologised, I'm confident that'll heal that matter.

Slinking off might protect you & others from further verbal slip-ups and hurt, but will also deprive you of our company and us of yours. I can't see that as a good thing, so please come back once you've regained your equilibrium? (*hugs* offered)

[stevieannie.livejournal.com]

Don't feel bad - I over-reacted. Explanation: You found a *really* sore spot and when prodded in the sore spot, I went "YEEEEARGH!!!!" with no thought for whether the prod was a medicinal one, a malicious one or an accidental one.

Plus side - lots of people said nice things about my writing (wan smile).

The thing that hurt most was that it was *you* who said it. Your good opinion matters a lot more to me on an instinctual level than I ever thought.

That's a sign of loving you, neh?

So, I hurt: therefore I love you.

I love you: therefore I say, "forget it and give me a hug, dammit!"

Let's all be goldfish and live in the now. And right now I say, "Love you!"

[nelladarren.livejournal.com]

If you'd "gyaauuhhhh" me I'd take it as an appreciative "gyaauuhhhh" :o), if this is what this is about...!

[keristor.livejournal.com]

What bardling said. You apologised and explained that you didn't mean it the way it came over. Text is not a good interactive medium, it's easily misunderstood without the other cues and is slow (if you'd said te same in person the recipeient could have asked there and then what you meant, or you would have realised by their reaction that it hit a sore point and corrected it immediately).

And whether you choose to reply to other people or not, we'd all like to see you continue in your journal. Remember that your journal is yours, you can post whatever you like and if we don't like it we are free to not read it (the only thing I ask is that long stuff be put behind cut tags, and that's for practical reasons so I can find things, and as I recall you do that anyway).

*hugs*

[filkerdave.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't worry quite as much about it. It was a confluence of circumstances in a medium that isn't conducive to subtlety. I think both you and stevieannie know this now.

*hug*

Besides, I *like* reading your writing, so please don't stop!

[jahura.livejournal.com]

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.