*Shrug* [Yeah, that's really about it.]

I find it amusing, that people are taking things this far. Here's an interesting fact: whatever happened, happened between me and her. I was not bullying, and she was...I don't know what she was or was not doing, but I didn't "drive" her from the site, nor suggest that she leave. She did that all of her own accord. Also, excuse me for using this phrase, but reports of my demise bullying were greatly exaggerated. And by greatly exaggerated, I mean, "What the actual f*ck?" Whatever it was that went on (hell, I don't even know the half of it, at this point; apparently she was sh*t-talking me when I was gone, or something), it's over with, so drop it.

And in the future, for all budding writers: open yourself up to being able to take constructive criticism. You'll go so much further in that business if you approach it with a positive, but realistic attitude. My uncle, a published and very successful writer and journalist, has been drilling that bit of advice into my skull since I was just a little kid. I'm grateful for it.

You don't have to take my advice. But you don't have to react to it with hostility and a bad attitude, either, especially when neither was offered in the first place.

--

In other news...

I went bowling tonight! I only enjoyed about half the night (go social anxiety), but the first half went along swimmingly. I met a very odd girl, who was working behind the snack counter, and who made fun of me for, "Being from the country, but having all that metal in your face," because apparently that didn't quite sit well with her.

My parents went to an exotic animal auction today. When they were there, my mom was cooing over a baby donkey, and when she was a bigger, adult, male donkey reached down and snapped the baby's neck with its teeth. My poor mom, she was traumatized. I felt so bad when she called and told me about that. Yet I also feel desensitized. Growing up in a bar, then on a farm...I've seen some things. (And some stuff.) It's weird, I've always been around animal death. I've always kind of assumed that, subconsciously, that must have at least a little to do with why I went vegetarian eight years ago, but I dunno. I guess it doesn't help, that that squirrel molested me that one time, huh?

Even human death, it rarely gets to me unless it's by decidedly morbid means. Mr. B being killed in that accident a few years back really shook me, as I was treated to details about the crash scene that I probably didn't need to hear. When M was killed riding his motorcycle, again - I didn't need to hear some things about it. This past week, two different young men I knew committed suicide - one right in front of his horrified wife, after they'd only been married a week, if that. Those ones really shook me, and I about lost it by the time I found out about the second one. It's not even that I was particularly close to either of them, but I can see the effects upon the faces of those who were, and it's been enough. What a f*cking week. I've decided to try not to learn how the first one went. I think I'd rather not know.

Humans, eh?

I have the entire weekend off, at least. I think I need it, for more than those reasons. Some down-time, some time to just write, and hang out...it'll be nice. I don't even know when I work next, since next week's work schedule hasn't been posted. For some reason, that oddly cheers me up.

Today, I told my co-worker, "I want to be an author. And if not...just happy, would work for me. I'd be happy if writing was 'just a hobby,' because I love it even if I won't be able to make my living off of it."

To which she responded, "Cool. I want to be a gold-digger."

Aim high, K. Aim high.

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