So allow me to take this opportunity to address a recent comment exchange, based on my last post. Go ahead and read. I'll meetcha underneath.
calling two months of dating someone a "phase of your life" is very sad.
Wow, that's pretty petty of you, Anon.
Oh, gee, Anon, I'm sorry. Did I choose the wrong word? Period? Span of time? Which would you prefer?
And by the way, it was more than two months.
Take it easy -- no need to get so defensive. And I stand corrected -- it was, what, about 10 weeks -- the months of internet "dating" don't really count. It is just my opinion that even saving any e-mails for a year from someone you dated for a short "period of time" is kind of sad. The fact that you would write your marriage fantasies where the person you just started dating would read them was even sadder.
If you you are going to write things and put them on the internet for anyone to read, you really should learn to take some criticism. It seems that whenever anyone doesn't stroke your ego with compliments you get very defensive and come across as bitter.
OK, back with me? Good.
Here's the thing about blogs, in my view: My blog is like my home. I'm a very hospitable person. I like having people - readers - drop by. And I'm always up for a chat - comments, in this case. And surely, everyone one of my guests needn't exactly share my views, but I do expect people to be polite.
So in the case of this latest comment exchange, I bristled at Anon's "very sad" language.
Now, in every blog post I write, I might not be completely explicit. When I'm writing, a lot of what I'm thinking doesn't necessarily make it onto the page. And since blog posts are chronicles of things I'm thinking, they make perfect sense to me. But my readers don't have the understanding of all the thought behind the post.
In this case, then, what Anon might not have known is that I wasn't hanging on to my G files intentionally. I wasn't rereading them and reliving those months that we were together. I almost never look at the contents of my hard drive, so I'd pretty much forgotten they were there. That was the point of the post, that as I was cleaning out my closets and cabinets and such, I was also cleaning out my computer. Hell, today I shredded canceled checks from 1994 that I found in a box. Sometimes, you just forget that you have stuff lying around.
So it's not that I can't take criticism. I can take criticism when it's warranted. I'm not bitter, as Anon suggests. Hardly. And Anon is welcome to think that I'm "very sad" all he or she wants. But don't expect that i'm not going to react to being insulted.
Any time I see a comment from Anonymous, my defenses immediately rise, because many of the comments from Anonymous are pissy. And as I've said before, I wonder why the Anons keep reading if they don't like what I have to say, if their only contributions to the discussion are pissy comments or not-so-subtle digs. There are, what?, five million blogs out there? Don't like what I write about? Please, feel free to go read something else instead.
So, a new year is upon us. I hope it's healthy and happy for everyone.