Now. START DRIVING. Although last time we had a sleepover that involved liquor it ended badly... *WINK* (Yes, I shouted wink at you.)
I’ll be good this time, I promise! I won’t drink all of the drinks or walk around all night with a balloon on my wrist or tell everybody I meet that I know them from the Internet or shout secrets while walking through a hotel lobby!
I follow this theme online community. The community allows for individuals to have their own blog and it feeds through the website’s main RSS feed. Most people talk about theme park related stuff, but there is one lady who uses the blog to vent as if it is a therapist. I’m not sure that she realizes that it’s being published to everyone on the RSS feed.
Because of the way the blogs are set up, it shows you who has recently viewed blog posts on the sidebar, so I never want to click through (because then she’ll know I was there!) but I did that once and there were no comments and no other views but mine. I’m pretty sure that she thinks she’s just kind of whispering this stuff into God’s ear. And maybe she’s partly right, except I can hear her through the confessional booth.
It’s fairly mundane stuff, but it’s kind of depressing. For the past 2 years she’s been battling a contractor for some very minor repair work and he just took the money and ran. But every time she talks about it, it’s not asking for help or just venting about the contractor… but more about the reason that she’s at that exact moment in her life. Her lousy husband who she should have left when she was younger (she’s in her late 60’s now) and she has to support some other old woman because that lady doesn’t have family, so she HAS to care for her even though they hate each other… and if she didn’t have to care for that lady, she wouldn’t need these repairs, etc.
It’s like a car wreck that I can’t look away from.
I used to follow a TMBG blog that was kind of like this. It started off like a regular fan site - pictures, tour info, stuff like that - and then it spiralled into this super disturbing online diary for the girl who ran it after she went to a concert, met the Johns, and Linnell refused to give her a hug. She wrote an open letter to him about how celebreties should treat their fans. Eventually she started writing vaguely threatening things about knowing where he lived, etc. From what I could piece together legal action was taken and she ended up seeing a therapist to deal with her obsession. I felt so terrible for her because she was obviously dealing with some serious emotional issues, yet I COULD NOT STOP READING.
I would not say that I’m proud of you for joining tumblr just so you could ask me questions (that’s your question if google translate is to be believed), but I am bewildered delighted. I hope you find other things you enjoy on tumblr, too. :)