In response to Dwight/Riiiight and anyone else who now hates me – I responded to a few comments because I felt I was being told “No Molly, saying “I’m well” is correct,” when the whole point of my post was to concede that fact after years of struggle. And I’m not offended by the word chick (although I don’t really see it as the equivalent to dude except maybe in some Frankie Avalon movie), I just thought it was a weird way to address me when I’m not just some anonymous woman on the internet. Maybe I was too sensitive to it, but maybe you’re a little too sensitive to my sensitivity.
I am grateful for all the people out there who read this. When I started this blog, it was because I was going to work on a cruise ship for 4 months and I thought it would be an easy way to communicate with my friends and family. I never imagined I’d keep it going as long as I have, and I never imagined that people I didn’t know would ever read it.
I realize that I’m putting my opinions and whatnot online for anyone to see, and I’m not complaining in that regard. But when you write comments you’re doing the same thing and sometimes I’m going to respond, especially if I feel like I’ve been misinterpreted or attacked. But I’ve only deleted one comment in the past 3 1/2 years, so I like to think that I’m giving people the chance to say what they want about what I say.
I will write more when I get what I believe to have interpreted as a ball of indignation out of my ass. It hurts, especially since it seems to be wrapped in mainsail ropes.