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cabbitzillaThere've been a couple of minor changes, courtesy of someone I'd considered a friend going completely psycho tonight. Anonymous comment posting is now disabled, and a new name's been added to the banned list.... along with the four 'dildobucket' accounts. There're a couple of folks who're not members of LJ who read my journal, and a couple more who can't easily log in from work sites to read locked posts; for the moment, my journal is still operating in the clear, though that may change if it becomes an issue again.
I'll state this here, publicly, for the record:
DO NOT ever put me in the position of having to chose between you (in the broad, general sense) and person [x]. The person that forces that choice loses. Period. Going psycho on me doesn't accomplish much of anything aside from your removal from my list of friends. I treasure and cherish all of my friends, particularly the ones I consider family... but nobody puts me in that spot. Kapische?
That done, I'm going to go have another cigarette. The alternative is to resume punching things, and having one half of my desk staved in and my hand bandaged in a quarter mile of gauze only underscores the folly of that path.
This didn't have to happen. This happened because one person felt the need to play God and judge everyone else by their own personal standard. After months of patiently trying to explain that different things work for different folks, I'm face to face with the proof that some people don't want to be happy. They're only content when they're miserable, and foisting that misery off on anyone around them. That's not who I am, it's not who I've ever been, it's not who I will be, and I won't tolerate it any longer.
I'm very sorry for the folks who've been stopping by, dropping comments even when they weren't LJ members, for the change in posting permissions. I can't even begin to explain how much it hurts, after years of managing to make myself be open and honest, that I've not got to close a door because of a single malcontent.
Many many thanks to Fate, fossy, and pup for the supportive words. Apologies to those afronted. And prayers that nobody else feels it necessary to push me into rage. I left this behind me over a decade ago, and wish it to stay gone.
Good night.
I'll state this here, publicly, for the record:
DO NOT ever put me in the position of having to chose between you (in the broad, general sense) and person [x]. The person that forces that choice loses. Period. Going psycho on me doesn't accomplish much of anything aside from your removal from my list of friends. I treasure and cherish all of my friends, particularly the ones I consider family... but nobody puts me in that spot. Kapische?
That done, I'm going to go have another cigarette. The alternative is to resume punching things, and having one half of my desk staved in and my hand bandaged in a quarter mile of gauze only underscores the folly of that path.
This didn't have to happen. This happened because one person felt the need to play God and judge everyone else by their own personal standard. After months of patiently trying to explain that different things work for different folks, I'm face to face with the proof that some people don't want to be happy. They're only content when they're miserable, and foisting that misery off on anyone around them. That's not who I am, it's not who I've ever been, it's not who I will be, and I won't tolerate it any longer.
I'm very sorry for the folks who've been stopping by, dropping comments even when they weren't LJ members, for the change in posting permissions. I can't even begin to explain how much it hurts, after years of managing to make myself be open and honest, that I've not got to close a door because of a single malcontent.
Many many thanks to Fate, fossy, and pup for the supportive words. Apologies to those afronted. And prayers that nobody else feels it necessary to push me into rage. I left this behind me over a decade ago, and wish it to stay gone.
Good night.
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Re: Damn.
Date: 2004-06-26 06:47 pm (UTC)As I said to Westonian... it really didn't need to happen. I'm still not sure why it happened; I'm only aware that yesterday at this time I thought I had one more friend than I do now. *shakes her head and hugs* I truly dislike being pushed to the point of rage, and having someone I counted as trustable do it doesn't make it any easier.
*sighs and shrugs* Her path diverges from mine.