For the fucking record, already.
This blog is an exercise in egocentricity. All blogging is an exercise in egocentricity.
If you choose to read (because it is a choice), then you are responsible for your own reactions to my words. I do not owe you an explanation. I will not defend what I write. I am perfectly happy to engage in debate, but the bottom line is that you do not have to read me.
Questions and comments about what I write are welcome. You are encouraged to ask for clarification on just about any post, if, when you are reading them through your own filters, they strike a nerve with you or cause you to question my motives in writing them. Your questions and comments may be used, at my discretion, in another post at whim.
I may say no to your requests. That’s my right. My space. My words. My thoughts.
By reading, by choosing to accept ringside seats to this aspect of who I am and how I deal, you are implicitly accepting these terms.
Because, as I have said over and over again, both in my “real” life and here, this is not the whole story. Don’t. Fucking. Assume.
This is not all of me.
This is one piece, one aspect, one facet.
I write about a few people in my “real” life here. Those that I do write about, if they are readers, are only written about with their express consent. If you see yourself in something I write, if you know me in real life, ask yourself one question.
Did she ask me if she could write about me recently?
Because if I didn’t, then it’s not about you. If you read, if I know you read, I will ask. Every time.
That simple.
If I know you read me, and I know you in person, then I will obtain your permission.
If I don’t know you read me, but I do know you in real life, it’s on you. Tell me you’re reading, then you’ll get treated like everyone else.
If you happen to read something else into a post – and we did not discuss that post previously – it’s not about you.
Period.
Although, while I’m at it, that’s another point worth clarifying. Being real? None of this is about you.
My blog. About me. About my thoughts on, views of, opinions as to the rest of the world.
An exercise in narcissism. Yes, indeed.
