Me vs. Me

I received a comment recently about the nature of my blog posts.

It seems that at least one of my readers is concerned with the incongruity of my writing; specifically, that I may not always practice what I preach with regards to men vs my own independence.

I suggested to this person that humans are multi-dimensional creatures by nature, experiencing conflicting emotions on a daily basis, and therefore not as easily compartmentalized as our fictional counterparts.   My writing occurs when I feel inspired, and that inspiration usually comes about when I am struggling with some of my more delicate/fragile/stupid emotions.  Hence the whining.

I also suggested that these feelings are recorded as they occur, and that although they are permanently etched into the internet, they might not be a lasting part of my day-to-day existence.

In short, I was basically saying “Chill bitch, you don’t know my life.”

Which you don’t; this blog is merely a vomitorium for my musings, and has little relevance to my regular life.  For example, do you know what I did last night?  Or where I went this past weekend?  Who accompanied me?  What new money-making hobby I’ve taken up recently?  Any of the details of the Worst Date Ever, which occurred last week?

Alright, I’ll give you some info on the last one, only because it’s educational:

Unspoken rule: If you are using an online dating service, and are actually planning on meeting the person with whom you are communicating online, Don’t Post Pictures of Yourself From When You Were Forty Pounds Lighter!!! Anything more than a ten pound difference makes you seem either really deluded or really inconsiderate.

And I might have been fine with the man if it were only his girth that he misrepresented.  But there was much, much more.  I ended up faking a drug overdose and leaving after forty five minutes.

Hey, at least I paid.