Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Don’t freak out, but I think someone is watching us!
So apparently there is a person in my life who is reading my blog and pulling out details with which she is using to make it appear that she and I are…connected somehow for a lack of a better word to describe it. Now I realize that a blog is a public forum and that I shouldn’t be surprised if someone I know in “real life” is reading it. The fact is that I don’t say anything here that is truly private. But it still bothers me that someone would use my information in this way.
I look at this blog as a support group of sorts. This lap band is a whole new life for me and having access to so many others who have been there or are hoping to be there (or are sharing some of the same experiences in a different way) is invaluable. I realize that I don’t always process things the way “normal” people do. I got into this situation by stuffing my feelings and I need to bounce ideas and thoughts off a bunch of people to make sure I am heading in the right direction. I want to be successful and I think that having this forum available to me is an important part of my progress. But if I have to sensor myself and wonder how the things I write might be twisted and used to hurt people I care about, I’m not sure I can continue blogging.
So I guess I want to use this post to ask this person to knock it off. It is creepy to lurk into my life and exploit my struggles for your own means. If you want access to my life and my family’s life, you have already been told how to make that happen. If you want to read my blog, be my guest. It is public after all, but don’t use the information that you find here to attempt to insinuate that we are best buds who share our trials and tribulations with one another. Because we are not.
I am not impressed by lies and manipulations. I don’t play those games. I believe real, healthy relationships are based on trust. I trust that my “followers” read my blog and support my efforts. They are like my own little cheerleading section and I need them. So please don’t ruin it for me, okay?