Anonymity Can Leave Scars Too

I’d like to be a little serious with this post, if I may.

Well, of course I may, it’s my fucking blog.

Social media. I’m new to all of this shit. I’m trying to find my way, but for me, it’s a little difficult.

What are the parameters; what can I say; what can’t I say. Blogs, Twitter, Tumblr, etc…

See? That fucking Tumblr comes up on spell check. Why can’t they spell it correctly? Tumbler idiots, Tumbler.  Gay!!

Anyway, I’ve been a voyeur on these sites, trying to figure out where I fit in. I, however, have discovered something. What is that discovery, you ask?

SOME PEOPLE SUCK!!

For instance…

I read True Confessions, every day. Do I comment? No I don’t. I’m not a Mom, Single, Military, etc. I do love to read though. Why..?

Because, as with the rest of the social media out there, people are funny. Also, they attack, and are attacked by other people under the guise of an anonymous façade.

Do you really think you’re anonymous. Really?

Why don’t you show your face when being an ass, or when you want to tell someone off? So you don’t agree with everyone; who the fuck does? Why hide?

I personally haven’t bore the brunt of nasty people yet, but I’m sure it’s coming. I’m just starting to get my feet wet, so to speak.

Matt-Man has gotten his share of people being hateful. Maybe I will too. There are people out there on the interwebs that haven’t figured out that I’m in charge of this blog yet.

Maybe you all think I’m just the dumb girlfriend that’s helping a brotha out by doing these posts. I’ve often thought about this. You know what?

I’m smart, damn smart.

I am not an attention seeker. Some are. Some people want everyone to feel sorry for their lots in life.

I have lived through abuse, poverty, parents that really fucking needed to get divorced, alcoholism, neglect, and indifference.

I’ve never had children, but I’ve got nieces and nephews. Some of them, I actually grew up with. I really feel for the Moms and Dads that have children with special needs. I actually knew a few.

One girl in elementary school for instance. Her name was Caroline.

Not very many kids would make friends with her. Know why? Was she kind of scary?

Yes she was.

Her Mother, and I use that term very, very loosely, set her on fire. Set her on fire. Think about that. Luckily, she survived, but she was made fun of.

This was in this the 70’s. The only kids that would befriend her, were the “popular” kids, that wanted her to scare all the other kids that “they” didn’t like.

Just think if this wonderfully smart girl, and I will not say she was pretty, because she wasn’t, but just think if …just think if she might have a blog.

I hope she does, and…I hope I find it some day.

I guess what I’m trying to say, none of you, and I mean none of you have it worse than anyone else. 

Now that I’ve thought about Caroline, I’m crying. I haven’t thought about her in years. I hope and pray that’s she is ok.

So, if you think you’re having have a suckfest in life…think again.

As I mentioned, Caroline with all of her tell-tale scars of a burnt past, would still go public, unlike you anonymous fucks who hide behind your own scabs.

Zoooooves!!