Beats the hell out of me as to why I do it, but I’m constantly trying out new blogs and blog communities. Maybe I just like tinkering with setting up sites, I don’t know. I should really stop it because after all the blogs and communities I’ve tried, including my own domains, nothing beats WordPress (IMHO).
Anyway, I digress. I wanted to write about the last experience trauma I had while experimenting. I happened upon The Experience Project… another blogging community which turned out to be very much like MySpace which I avoid like the plague.
There’s a section over at Experience Project entitled “My Confession” or something like that. The idea is that one can post one’s inner most secret(s) on there and the public comments. Well, me and my stupid ideas promptly decided to “confess” something I have never voiced out loud and probably never will again. The reception I got over my post was overwhelmingly and alarmingly brutal and cruel. I’m chucking it up to not explaining myself correctly because the things I was called via those comments, I assure you I am NOT.
Suffice it to say, that I will never venture that way again, and least of all will I be posting my innermost secrets again — anywhere. Some people can take brutal feedback and just let it roll off their backs; but not me. I discovered I’m made of much softer stuff than I like to admit and it shamed me. I’m a weak, spineless wuzzy. I should have stood up for myself. I should have told everybody to kiss my ass, to bite me, to go drown themselves in the nearest cesspool, etc. But I didn’t. Instead I chose to tuck my tail between my legs and high tail it out of The Experience Project.
A most shameful behavior on my part. I’m ashamed.
