A few days ago I posted a very sad blog. If you read it, then good, you know what I'm talking about. If you didn't read it, then sorry. The blog has been deleted and the only thing that exists is the memory I have of it in my head. I received a phone call from someone at my church today telling me to take it down. I was told I shouldn't of wrote about it. I wanted to be spiteful and ignore her, but decided to delete the blog. I deleted it because I didn't know with the issue I wrote about if I had broke some confidentiality rule in regards to the incident. Although my post didn't contain any names, I just wasn't sure.
I later received an email from someone on Facebook whose husband is a police officer explaining that she might of been the reason for the phone call I received. She apologized and said she didn't mean to cause a fuss. I'm not mad at her, she was just saving me from a potential worse situation. But since I know the police officer that was involved with everything on Saturday, I called him to apologize. I didn't want to get on his bad side, especially since he is a police sergeant. I told him I didn't realize I couldn't write about it and I gave him my word that I didn't put any names in the blog. He asked exactly what I had wrote and I tried to tell him from memory. He said, "Brandy, I know you didn't mean any harm, but that is confidential stuff and you can't write about it in a blog." I ensured him the blog no longer exists.
I am an adult and definitely don't want to get tangled with the police and did what I needed to do by deleting any trace of that blog. However, I'm now dealing with an issue of someone reading this on Facebook and going to tell another person what I wrote. Okay, I made a mistake...I do that sometimes, I admit my fault. But it's just the way she approached it that is annoying the crap out of me. I think if anyone else would of called, including the police sergeant, I wouldn't of put up the attitude that I did. But the attitude is nobody's fault but my own, I know this.
It just makes me wonder...I obviously found out that I can't write about this stuff that happened Saturday, however what else is there that I can't write about? Will I have to start censoring my words? I mean seriously, it's not like I write about controversial things. 90% of the time, I write about my struggles in my faith, my struggles, not anyone else's. I shouldn't care what people think about my blog, but I don't like the fact that people are "talking" about my words and thoughts to other people who really have no clue who I am. Hmmm...what to do, what to do? As of right now, the spiteful person in me (not a Christian quality, but one I possess very much), completely deleted any of my blogs that were imported to Facebook, deleted all the blogs I copy over to Myspace, and took off my Xanga link on any page it was listed. And already I'm finding out that I have followers. I guess there are people who constantly read my blogs, but never comment. So, minutes after I took everything off of Facebook, I got three different emails asking what happened and why did I delete all of the blogs.
Maybe all these people who read this blog should just sign up for Xanga and stop me from trying to figure everything out.
Quote of the day: "Your blog is your unedited version of yourself." ~Lorelle