You know my age vaguely. I have been blogging for nearly two years now. Upon the second anniversary, I plan to drink an extremely large glass of whisky, and then write a post that will ensure I have no readers in the future. Well, maybe. Indulge me while I steal a bit of that forthcoming post.
I have been on the net since 1994. I know about the net and the disappointments it offers up. I am as guilty as anyone.
But what about a blogger who you actually, sort of, kinda know?
I am feeling really hurt by someone I don't really know. Silly isn't it.
Of course the fault lies with thou. In case you suffer a little paranoia, it is a male, so that narrows the field. Narrowing it further, he is young. Perhaps his communication skills have not fully developed.
Stupid ageing person that I am, imagining that there was some sort of connection. Of course he has to paint a good picture to those who know him. He would not want to be seen out with an ageing queen.
(Written end of July 06, polished, edited, deleted, rewritten, edited.)
Do I care? Nup. I just write this nonsense post and delete the matter from the brain. Don't kiddie teens do this? Shrug shoulders and say, 'whatever'. So I say, 'whatever'.