*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.
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.
Posted on September 18th, 2009 at 08:07am
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You know one of the funny things about this is that someone just posted a comment to the girl saying how a lot of people envy her for her writing skills - even successful, published authors. <--- Wtf at that line? What an idiotic thing to say.
Sure I was one of the people who read her stories but, honestly, they were nothing spectacular, just mildly entertaining. The only thing attracting people to her stories were the abundance of graphic sex scenes, not the writing.
I think I really started to dislike her after she posted that thread in the Discussion forum and got all b*tchy about her readers sending her ideas. Oh boy, if all of her misinformed readers could see what she had to say about them, I'm sure they wouldn't love her so much.
Rocket Queen, September 20th, 2009 at 05:54:06pm
I don't know what the hell is going on here but, yeah...
Seriously people, if someone offers you advice, either take it or don't. There's no need to go all apesh*t over it and then have your friends go all apesh*t over it. It's not that serious.
Oh, Jinxeh. You.
---
And now that I've read Sheepy's journal, I understand a bit more. Oh. Yeah.
Audrey T., September 18th, 2009 at 05:01:58pm
Well, this is what I said about it:
I don't know what's going on, and I don't want to know because it's none of my business, but I wish all of this would stop.
Everything with everyone.
Mibba is supposed to be a community...
we're supposed to help each other, and I know we're not all going to get along all the time....
but all the fighting between members is just sad.
It's like I'm back in freaking high school with all the silly little cliques.
-
It was between you guys and that other girl, not the whole Mibba community.
I liked the House of Syn story, I though it was really good...
but I also try to take in your advice and SG's. I mean, she is an editor, and you're really well-known on this site.
Anyway, that's really sad about the two guys.
And your poor mom. I've never seen an animal be killed by anything...
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WalkingOnBrokenGlass, September 18th, 2009 at 03:36:52pm
Omg, lyk it's soooooo unfair that you didn't get banned for giving her advice.
I mean, this is the same girl that, after another user didn't like her story, commented on every one of theirs saying it was "nothing special", for crying out loud! Of course she could take criticism well!
How can you look at yourself in the mirror, knowing that someone took something you said completely out of proportion?
And now she's left the site. Mibba's loss, truly Quizilla's gain.
While you and your advice and good intentions have gotten away with it again! How do you live with yourself?
Sheepy, September 18th, 2009 at 02:56:42pm
Nevermind I saw the journal , read it, and posted a comment on it.
'Huh, whatever. get over it.' is what I said/wrote.
A.Broken.Mess, September 18th, 2009 at 12:28:30pm
What drama? I think I missed something, oh well. At least it's over. :]
Also I like to bowl.
A.Broken.Mess, September 18th, 2009 at 12:24:04pm
I just saw that journal where the girl wrote all about you and Sardonic Grin. Despite it being stupid and immature, it was also very hypocritical.
Jessie in Calalini, September 18th, 2009 at 12:16:35pm
Your poor Mum.
I once saw a dog get hit by a car and fly across the air to the other side of the road.
It really is traumatising.
vince noir., September 18th, 2009 at 12:15:48pm
I can't say I've had any hugely terrifying animal experiences, but I did stand in a dead rat once. And rat guts going all over your foot and your cat just standing making a total, "You no like my pressie to you?" face isn't actually that funny.
I heard about a man in the city who took his own life on a bus...apparently they stopped, made the phone calls...and then carried on with the same route. That does scare me a bit, I have to admit.
TheFountainhead, September 18th, 2009 at 09:38:04am
v Ugh, that's awful. If a horse is lying down...no, definitely not good. :(
Jinxeh, September 18th, 2009 at 09:28:49am
I saw a horse laying down on the floor when I went to the zoo. And all his horse friends were looking at him. And my niece, who is four, is all like "Why is he laying down!?" And he looked TERRIBLE. I almost started to cry because I know horses don't really lay down unless they are sick. So I dragged her away and told her he was sleeping :( I was pissed because the zoo attendants didn't seem to give a sh*t about him.
Sardonic Grin, September 18th, 2009 at 09:26:10am
Sent it back, Jenni.
I know, right? I saw a baby horse killed in the same way when I was just a kid, and I remember how traumatized I was after that. My poor mom. :(
Jinxeh, September 18th, 2009 at 09:20:54am
AND OMG I feel so bad for your mom having to witness that :( I would cry to ._.
Sardonic Grin, September 18th, 2009 at 09:08:43am
Awww, that's really sad. The animal + human part, I mean.
If you ever need to talk, I'm here. :D
inspire, September 18th, 2009 at 08:58:48am
v Yeah, sure. Either PM me here on Mibba, or e-mail it to me. Either / or, doesn't matter to me.
Jinxeh, September 18th, 2009 at 08:55:13am