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fatrockstar) wrote2009-03-29 01:41 pm
fatrockstar) wrote2009-03-29 01:41 pm
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Last Night
Good friends, good food, good booze.
Conversation turned to recent events in my life, namely the overzealous attention of someone I barely know. "How did they know so much about you?" Allison asked. Well, I'm a blogger, and I will sometimes post things on my blog that are benign, but informative enough that my friends and family know what I'm up to/against without having to sign up for an account. She then went on to tell me that's why I got the unwanted attention -- because I put my life out here for all to see, and I shouldn't complain because it's what I signed up for.
Be that as it may, I am also a songwriter and performer, so I'm bound to get unwanted attention anyway. It does me no favors to hide from the world. The attention I am most concerned with is that which threatens my sense of safety and well-being. I do not want to have to censor every @#!! thing I post publicly on the internet because of one person. It's irritating.
In the same conversation someone told me that the entire experience means I have reached internet celebrity status. Not exactly how I pictured it.
Anyway, the martini bar was really damn expensive -- $14 for a martini? -- so I didn't drink there. I waited until we got to the Irish pub to down a few cocktails, then ate some food. From there we went to the Tiki bar around the corner and danced a little. I got called "Red" a lot by some very nice fellas who were trying to get into my friend's pants. I didn't care. I was comfortably numb by that point. Allison told me that a stranger picked up our drink tab. Nice. We then went to another club where the DJ wasn't as interesting, but the people were fun to watch. It was late, I didn't want to dance or drink anymore, but was fine otherwise. I hung out with a new friend and we watched people together while enjoying our buzz.
Afterwards Allison and Beth dragged us into a cab. We'd all had a few drinks, and there was no way any of us could drive. Once in the cab I started to sober up quickly. Why? Because Beth had the cab driver take us to Jack in the Box, then to the 7-11. I had never thought to ask a cabbie to do that. We all ordered ridiculous things from the menu at JitB, waited for Beth to get smokes at the 7-11, then ended up back at Allison's around 2 or so. I am still a little hung over. Total cab fare with tip: $50.
I am making this post public because I WANT to have public posts. If it results in more stalker drama, then I will address it swiftly and with force. I'm no shrinking violet, and I refuse to put up with more shenanigans.
Yeah, I said it. SHENANIGANS!
Conversation turned to recent events in my life, namely the overzealous attention of someone I barely know. "How did they know so much about you?" Allison asked. Well, I'm a blogger, and I will sometimes post things on my blog that are benign, but informative enough that my friends and family know what I'm up to/against without having to sign up for an account. She then went on to tell me that's why I got the unwanted attention -- because I put my life out here for all to see, and I shouldn't complain because it's what I signed up for.
Be that as it may, I am also a songwriter and performer, so I'm bound to get unwanted attention anyway. It does me no favors to hide from the world. The attention I am most concerned with is that which threatens my sense of safety and well-being. I do not want to have to censor every @#!! thing I post publicly on the internet because of one person. It's irritating.
In the same conversation someone told me that the entire experience means I have reached internet celebrity status. Not exactly how I pictured it.
Anyway, the martini bar was really damn expensive -- $14 for a martini? -- so I didn't drink there. I waited until we got to the Irish pub to down a few cocktails, then ate some food. From there we went to the Tiki bar around the corner and danced a little. I got called "Red" a lot by some very nice fellas who were trying to get into my friend's pants. I didn't care. I was comfortably numb by that point. Allison told me that a stranger picked up our drink tab. Nice. We then went to another club where the DJ wasn't as interesting, but the people were fun to watch. It was late, I didn't want to dance or drink anymore, but was fine otherwise. I hung out with a new friend and we watched people together while enjoying our buzz.
Afterwards Allison and Beth dragged us into a cab. We'd all had a few drinks, and there was no way any of us could drive. Once in the cab I started to sober up quickly. Why? Because Beth had the cab driver take us to Jack in the Box, then to the 7-11. I had never thought to ask a cabbie to do that. We all ordered ridiculous things from the menu at JitB, waited for Beth to get smokes at the 7-11, then ended up back at Allison's around 2 or so. I am still a little hung over. Total cab fare with tip: $50.
I am making this post public because I WANT to have public posts. If it results in more stalker drama, then I will address it swiftly and with force. I'm no shrinking violet, and I refuse to put up with more shenanigans.
Yeah, I said it. SHENANIGANS!
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in both instances, i think there's a fundamental understanding that you need to be aware of what you are putting out there, but to say it means you get what you deserve is ridiculous to me.
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