July 25, 2003
The Hazard of Being Out-ed and Farewell
This item is a word of caution to the locals who have been visiting the blog and for my fellow single bloggers. When you are out-ed and then say things like :
I have developed a complicated code to protect their identities. Only they or the people who witnessed the event know whom I am talking about.
You will bring unwanted attention to yourself. When I made that statement, I had hoped it would discourage folks from worrying about who the various jumbles of letters represent. Yeah, right. It has had the reverse effect. It makes those who know you in real life seek to find out just who it is Iím Helping Out©, crushing on, etc. Itís turned into a gosh darned Blues Clues about Adam!?!? For whatever reason, I stupidly forgot one of the central tenets of small towns---it is everyoneís obligation to be in everyone elseís business. To witó
Adam: So what do you think of the blog?
In a talk with a friend yesterday, I got more than a little agitated. Apparently, the local gossip is that I am currently seeing three to four people at the same time. Iím the ladies man of this little town, or so it is rumored. My friend either overheard or was told it several times over the course of a couple of days. I asserted my innocence, and my friend did not believe me.
Keep on reading to find Adam acting out of character and the farewell messages...
From reading the Funk post, youíll know of all the days, yesterday was not one to throw false accusations my way without naming names of who said it and who I was allegedly seeing. Then I did something fairly out of character for me. I told my friend it was bullshit, I was tired of folks lying, getting in my business, talking about things they know nothing of, and I damn sure didnít appreciate my friend not giving me the full details of the accusations and the accusers. Some friend, eh? Worse and even more out of character, I hung up on the so-called friend.
Letís be clear here, as already written here (read the last sentence and the italics below that), Iím a one woman man. Whether it Helping Folks Out©, NotDatingô, or dating as traditionally conceived, I am a one-at-a-timer.
After the ill-fated conversation, I went for a drive to calm down and figure out just what the hell was going on. After a short while, it hit me. I have become the guessing game flavor of the moment. Of course, the friend had heard these things. I thought about calling back and apologizing, but remembered quickly what had really upset meóthat the friend would not give me the details of what folks are saying about me. (I did talk to the friend after I wrote this and apologized for hanging up, but reminded friend that itís still wrong to keep things like that from me).
Fellow bloggers, especially if in close social circles, be very careful about being out-ed. It will cause you off-line headaches. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time in the blogosphere. Iíll still be by to visit you frequently.
For the many gentle readers, you have honored me so with your visits, comments, and your emails. I will truly miss you all.
To the locals who frequent this blog, I truly hoped youíd find the writing and the stories entertaining enough alone, without having to try to figure who is who. I canít stop you from talking and speculating, but itís not important really. Because of this situation arising as it has, this will be the last post. Iíll leave the blog up for a few days and then Iíll take the whole thing down.
Gut Rumbles linked with trauma
Res Ipsa Loquitur linked with Bad Day at Black Rock
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