What happened in the past should and must stay in the past.
True but sometimes things of the past will just suddenly emerge and hit you in the face so hard that you start wondering why the hell did that happen.
For quite some time now, and I have been pretty vocal about this predicament – some insecure, bored and pathetic individual/s have been nudging me with information I am not very keen about. They bombard me with things that don’t even involve me. They tell me stories of things past – when I am still not even Beb.
What continually blows my mind is that – how on good earth can these people find out my personal contacts, even after so many attempts of creating new handles and nick? And I am not even Madonna! Okay, I know I have been a certified Netizen since 1995, discovering new sound artists through the net since 2000 and blogging since 2003 but I never posted my super personal contacts online. Damn it.
For a while I basked on certain peaceful ground – but then again it was only for a while. Soon, my favorite villain attacked again – sending me notes and what-have-yous.
My analyst self will tell me - after trying to connect the dots, that the wrath of these unwanted “visitors” roots from that one individual very dear to me. They just simply want this person, not me. Safe to say, that I am at the wrong place and situation. Of the late, I have been told a lot of very horrible and demeaning lexis already. Some of which, my stomach could not handle. I was raised in an environment where such horrible tones were not that common.
I could only surmise that these cruel entities never felt they were loved at all. Or that they were not taught that harassing other people is not okay. Well, what can I say - hurt people hurt people.
Not that I am trying to insinuate that I am perfect – I am just as flawed as any other person on this planet but harassing other people is not something my good folks raised me for. I will no longer strain myself by trying to level with these dogs – deciphering where they’re coming from. Maybe my friends are right; I have been way too nice and too kind that some people may have abused this soul already.
I deserve better. SO MUCH BETTER.
And what makes this even more degrading is that, you keep on being lied to. How lowly is that? So, don’t ever be surprised if you lose the confidence of this very soul.
Oh well. Such is life.
For quite some time now, and I have been pretty vocal about this predicament – some insecure, bored and pathetic individual/s have been nudging me with information I am not very keen about. They bombard me with things that don’t even involve me. They tell me stories of things past – when I am still not even Beb.
What continually blows my mind is that – how on good earth can these people find out my personal contacts, even after so many attempts of creating new handles and nick? And I am not even Madonna! Okay, I know I have been a certified Netizen since 1995, discovering new sound artists through the net since 2000 and blogging since 2003 but I never posted my super personal contacts online. Damn it.
For a while I basked on certain peaceful ground – but then again it was only for a while. Soon, my favorite villain attacked again – sending me notes and what-have-yous.
My analyst self will tell me - after trying to connect the dots, that the wrath of these unwanted “visitors” roots from that one individual very dear to me. They just simply want this person, not me. Safe to say, that I am at the wrong place and situation. Of the late, I have been told a lot of very horrible and demeaning lexis already. Some of which, my stomach could not handle. I was raised in an environment where such horrible tones were not that common.
I could only surmise that these cruel entities never felt they were loved at all. Or that they were not taught that harassing other people is not okay. Well, what can I say - hurt people hurt people.
Not that I am trying to insinuate that I am perfect – I am just as flawed as any other person on this planet but harassing other people is not something my good folks raised me for. I will no longer strain myself by trying to level with these dogs – deciphering where they’re coming from. Maybe my friends are right; I have been way too nice and too kind that some people may have abused this soul already.
I deserve better. SO MUCH BETTER.
And what makes this even more degrading is that, you keep on being lied to. How lowly is that? So, don’t ever be surprised if you lose the confidence of this very soul.
Oh well. Such is life.
