How sad. You purport to be someone who has majored in psychology at an American university, yet now you "work" in a library at a prestigious learning institution spending much of your work day posting needless drama on the internet. It is bizarre that any educational establishment has on it's list of salaried employees someone who, in order to realize any satisfaction from their pitiful existence, has to overtly fantasize about her life to the financial detriment of her employer.
Has it ever occurred to you that an official at your work place might be reading all your posts and possibly investigating you? Has it also ever occurred to you that these people of whom you are speaking in the real world should be asked for their permission to post personal details about their lives in the public domain?
Are you real, Ekidwell?
Draw your own conclusions, dear reader. :)
There are many many things I could say in response to this comment I received. Basically it boils down to this: Those of you whom I care about already know me and I know I don't have to defend myself to you. To whomever wrote this, I don't feel I need to defend myself to you either. (Although, a valid point could be made that I update this journal during work "too often" yet those who work around me can understand that waiting on our software to complete the task at hand can take a while and updating a journal seems to be a bit more intellectually and emotionally stimulating than twiddling my thumbs and staring aimlessly at my computer monitor, which is pretty much the only other option at times. Currently, I am updating my journal on my 15 minute morning break. This is my time to do with as I see fit and no more of a "financial detriment" to my employer than flapping my gums around the water cooler as others do). No one who cares about me or whom I care about would spit this kind of venom at me in an attempt to deliberately hurt me. If you are so concerned about my "needless drama" on this "public forum" then kindly see yourself out. It took effort on your part to get to my journal and berate me. I'm not sure how "public" that makes my space.
I have my own opinions as to who may have done this but really, I don't care. As much as it pains me to do it, I'm going to have to go to Friend's Only. I didn't do this because my mom doesn't have a journal and she reads this. Mom, you're going to have to sign up for one and sign into your account to read my journal from now on. I can help you out with that and get you set up if you'd like. I'm sorry to have to make you do this, but you see what I'm working with here and I have a right to express my emotions and feelings without the disrespect of gutless, ignorant, internet trolls. If you wish to be added to my friend's list and I already know you, contact me.
This is really sad, you know it? I hate censorship.