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| 07.28.05 (9:41 am) [edit] |
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In my last post, I hmmed. I was hmming from looking at my stats again. I can't even think of the word I'm looking for, but it's another feeling word. I do feel a little weird that the J Man's friends read my blog. But it's even more weird to me when I see one of their hits...and then half an hour later...his hit...or vice versa. I recently posted about his clothing attire. I probably wasn't in the best of moods or something -- I don't remember. But I was very blunt about it. He called it catty. If "strangers," as he calls them, couldn't read my blog, would it still be cattiness? I'm still writing to myself here. A friend of mine said I was really harsh. I wrote it and did not think about it again. Would it have been better to post pictures and let others be the judge? (Rhetorical, cheeky question) On the weekend, the J Man and I got into a stupid .... I don't know what to call it. We weren't arguing. There wasn't a fight. It was a bump. I blogged about it. He blogged about it. I responded to his blog. *Then* he read my blog, and felt he had to come here for answers (how 21st century...and kind of ... wrong -- only because some things are better to be heard first). He still thinks he had to read my blog when I essentially already explained everything to him before he read up on it. So the answers were given to him before he even had to do his own research. The phone probably would have been faster, too...so for him to say he had to read my blog to get some answers does rub me the wrong way. And I get the impression he was waiting around for me to call him that night even though that in my direct writing to him, I had already told him I had been out. I don't know why I am even writing about this now because it was in the past. He and I talked it out. I would rather move forward. I guess I just got a little riled up again because I read the update he posted. I had thought about responding there, but decided to not bother. There are 3 sides to our story. I'll leave my side out over there; I don't think he'd want it there anyway. But this is what I'd want to tell him [he'll probably find out anyway]: 1. Yes, both our perceptions of the day's events completely differed from one another's. I was mad about shopping. You were mad about the silence and took it mean you might have been dumped. 2. I asked you what you wanted on our chat agenda. You offered no items, and then you asked me what I wanted on the agenda, so I threw in a couple of things. I can't remember what I said, but I can't imagine me pinning everything on you. Quite frankly, I was more concerned about your repeated thoughts about wanting to dump me since we had already blogged about and IMed about Sunday. I felt like we had already talked it to death. 3. My issue was not that you weren't enthusiastic about clothes I picked out -- far from it. I felt the things I picked out were things you might consider wearing (plain/single coloured and textured shirts, straight leg bottoms , 34/34. The only thing I asked before grabbing you anything was your waist size.). It was your obnoxious attitude towards clothes, in general, and I could not see the big deal. It's just clothes. /*end comment */ Clothes shopping with guys (or anyone for that matter) is already one of my least favourite activities. I'm not into the whole "I'm going to dress up my guy the way I want him to look." Even if I don't like his clothing style, it's *his*. If I do shop for a guy, I just stick with stuff similiar to what he already wears. I like the skater look. I dislike belts. I like when a guy doesn't look too casual. I have yet to convince a guy to get a Prince Albert or other piercings. They can leave out the tongue and ears, but mm...everything else. He told me about his readership of his blogs...how they're all so quick to be sympathic to whatever the issue is. It's great if you want moral support. It makes me think of a mob mentality, though, or the witch burnings of Salem. At least you know they're loyal. Okay, I'm going to stop writing about that shopping trip now. If I ever post about it again, punish me. |
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 07.28.05 (10:20 am)
Reply to: princessapricot
I think that is a great idea *L* When I've told him I don't want him reading my blog, it's not because I have anything to hide. It's just that he'd be reading the rough draft of whatever eventually comes out. And everything I write should probably be taken with a grain of salt *L*
I am back to reconsidering moving blogs again. *sigh* He gets mad when I talk about having a different blog because he still feels that I am writing for strangers and he feels excluded.
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