March 16, 2012

The irony

There has been a bit o' blog-related drama in my 'hood this week, y'all.  A post I wrote about a certain rock-throwing neighborhood kid was read by several giggly neighborhood girls--and promptly used against him in a school bus of law. 

I didn't show these kids the post, mind.  (This isn't a children's blog!)  But read it they did.  As soon as I found out about it, I deleted the post.  And I'm glad I did, because the next day, one or more (no one is fessing up) of these drama-magnets middle school girls told the rock-throwing kid--with much laughter at his expense, I'm sure--all about my blog post.  Including the Harry Potter reference. 

I guess he's not a Potter fan, because he showed up at my door yesterday after school.

Yep.

He wasn't disrespectful to me, but he did imply that I am not the boss of him, to which I replied, "When you're doing something dangerous around my kid or Shrinky Dink's kids, yes. I. am."  I apologized to him about the blog post though, because that mess shouldn't have happened.  Those girls never should have been shown the post.  He never should have known about it.

The irony is that a post about bullying became a tool to bully the kid himself.  And that was not my intention.


One of the best parts of blogging is the freedom that comes with relative anonymity. The ability to speak your truths and process away without fear. I don't use real names or locations to protect the innocent as well as the not-so-innocent. And I thought it was enough.

I was wrong.

I really don't want to block IP addresses or make this a private, subscription-only blog, but I'm a bit concerned about maintaining my anonymity now.  I don't want to have to censor myself.  That takes the fun out of blogging.

And let's face it.  What would this blog be without all the making fun of people*?!

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*And now my Catholic guilt is kicking in, telling me, Maybe this happened for a reason.  Maybe you shouldn't be making fun of people in the first place.  Maybe you should actually be doing something beneficial for the world--or at least for your own family--instead of kvetching all the time.

Hmmm.

11 comments:

  1. Oh no, that would make me want to hide under a rock. For reals. Sorry!

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    1. Thanks! Yeah, it was an eye-opener, fo sho.

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  2. Ah, yes. The infamous catholic guilt. I feel it all the time. But it helps steer me too, you know?

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    1. Yeah, it does, Missy. I've found that even converts develop the habit! :)

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  3. that sucks! i know exactly what you mean about blogging being your place to have uncensored thoughts about anything --even those things that you don't want your neighbors to know. i'm sorry that happened!
    i think it's perfectly legitimate to rail against bullies on your blog.
    ...still thinking on this.
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    1. Thanks, Mama. I know you understand.

      So you'll have my back if I get jumped at the bus stop, right?

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  4. That sucks. Sorry. I wouldn't want to blog openly knowing that relative strangers who knew where I lived were reading it (I say, as numerous neighbors know about my public blog, including you!)... but yuck on the kids seeing and using it. UGH!!

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  5. So sorry this happend! Maybe instead of a subscription only, post a big fat disclaimer of sorts. I love your blog and I know others do too. I would not have found it if it were subscription only.

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    1. Aww, thanks Tara! I needed to hear this. <3

      I probably *should* have a disclaimer up top. Maybe, "This blog is rated PG-13!" Or, "This ain't yo' child's blog!"

      I don't know! I just don't want folks to think I write about sex all the time!

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  6. I dont think this circumstance will happen to you again. Dont censor your life over someone else's bad judgment. No one else has the opportunity to rat you out where you live and all. So this is a one time bonehead moment.

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    1. You're probably right, Mom. Thanks for being the voice of reason for me when need be. And need was bein'.

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