I must stop reading comments. I feel so often there's no point because folks ignore one's larger points and are so insulting, and gosh, I quite literally feel like I can't stand it sometimes. It's no job for those of us who are fragile, and who take things so much to heart. I feel at times like this that one callous remark could just put me over the edge, like I'm made of an egg yolk's membrane. I know that makes no sense.
That's no one's fault but my brain chemistry's, I guess. I am awfully frightened about it all, not well at all. I just need to get through today and wipe my eyes and keep going. And then maybe take a walk or distract myself some other way.
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Can I balance the bad with a bit of good? Your posts are always my favourite, and I love that I can tell it's you without even glancing at the byline.
Jez can seem like a giant auditorium full of people. Being on that stage can't be fun all the time, I imagine.
Thanks, Liz! I really shouldn't give vent to all this maudlin musing, but sometimes I just need to!
Your posts are my very favorite. I don't often comment simply because there's so much there to weed through, and it shocks me somehow to know people find anything negative to say about what you write. Yes, I know that is the nature of the internet, but everything you write is utterly charming and well-considered.
Off now to go beat up those bullies...
Bonnie, you always make me feel better! I am sorry to be such a whinger, too - it's not anyone's fault if I need to take to my bed with smelling-salts every time they voice the mildest of criticisms! It's an interesting experiment, though: crazy person in the blogosphere!
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