I've encountered my share of scary people online. Most of the time I've been able to laugh it off and move on because I've realised these people are nutters and not worth my time.
I had an upsetting experience online recently, with someone I considered a friend, which was much harder to deal with. I'm a very open person and I wear my heart on my sleeve. I don't want to go into too much detail but I must say, the whole experience made me look at people in a different way. I felt paranoid and closed off... no wonder I couldn't write...I didn't trust my instincts anymore and wondered if other people I knew on the net would turn around and stab me in the back too.
There I was feeling miserable and untrusting when somebody I hardly knew offered to phone me. I considered saying no because of recent events but I'm so happy I decided to say yes and trust my gut feelings again. We laughed for hours and my faith in bloggers was renewed.
There are many nutters in cyber land but most are just normal people like you and me; looking for companionship, a place to share ideas and opinions or escape from the 'real' world for a little while. The good souls I've met here, far outweigh the crazies.
I've learnt a lot about myself. I know I have to be more careful but more importantly, I mustn't let one bad experience change who I am inside because that would be a real tragedy.
Love you guys, be careful out there.
xxx
Revised and published to Bubblews 15/12/2013
Well that's nice, that is very very nice.
ReplyDelete*grins* I certainly am sweetie.
ReplyDeleteYeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, Steve.
ReplyDeleteBe careful online but keep in mind that you have a lot of real good friends.
ReplyDeleteKeep smiling and be funny and you will feel back ok very soon.
Every good friend of you knows that you are a honest and respectful woman and I like your funny jokes.
I guess there's a price we have to pay for everything. Always remember that the only people whose views matter are those for whom you have some respect. The others? Ignore the buggers!
ReplyDeleteI've met a few of those, and still talk to them but I am wary. I can't tell you how many times I get letters describing the writers and receiving email addresses and IM and proposals of marriage, simply because I'm me.
ReplyDeleteLike you I tend to ignore the letters, but lately I've put up on many of my sites "Single and NOT looking". Here, I thought I was the only one to attract the weirdo's.
I've had a few good scares though and had to claim distance and family, so don't show up on my doorstep....
Erik, you say the sweetest things, you are a good friend.
ReplyDeleteWell said MrBO, I'll remember that next time you bring up the ruggers, just kidding!
It's comforting to know I'm not the only one who attracts nutters magda. I think!
Hey KB,
ReplyDeleteI agree. We must be cautious, but most people are just internet dorks like us.
:)
Sorry that your situation didn't get resolved the way I imagine you'd want it to.
-J
PS: I still want to interview you. Do you have time next week? Drop me a line.
As a weirdo and a friend I feel I am qualified to comment ;)
ReplyDeleteI know you have met some strange people and we have probably met some of the same weird people over time but you ar 100% right (aren't you always, lol) you do have to trust a bit but.
I'm sorry you had another bad experience but it's great tht a 'good' friendship grew from that.
Always be the crazy blonde that we love and please join me in a rousing chorus of todays anthem
'you'll never stalk alone'
x
` The internet IS crazy, anyway... this is why non-crazies have blogs... to make it more sane!
ReplyDelete` BTW, you gotta see this! Now HE'S a nutjob - I was making fun of him and he thought I was being serious! (Also see the comments.)
` That reminds me, there was this other guy who commented on my blog who said he was God and was going to kill everyone with his 'magic wand below the belt' in Armageddon on the White House lawn.
` Wwwwwhhhhaaaaa haa ha ha haaaa!
Morgy - I'm waiting to be interviewed!
ReplyDeleteAww Toadee, it's fair to say we've had the same stalker, how weird is that!!!!! Wonder how she is, LMAO
ReplyDeleteAre you trying to tell me you're not crazy SEE? Yeah right, hehe
ReplyDelete` Well, I've been to the loony bin twice.
ReplyDelete` First as a child, when I was being abused. People just thought I was nuts - couldn't see what was going on. I believed it was all me being crazy, just like my dad told me - I was crazy and that's why no matter how much he threatened me I could never remember my plans to kill him, eat all the sherbet, make him impotent, whatever.
` Now HE should have been the one in the mental hospital! Paranoid freak, thinking everyone was out to get him or even killing other people who actually die of other causes!
` Second as an adult. I was horribly tortured. I told everything that happened to this really nasty doc who I trusted at the time - well, he thought I was nuts.
` He told my friend, however, that he thought I was nuts, but not me. (Really stupid reasons, too! Jeez! He thought my friend was also crazy because she felt violated when she was raped. WOW!!!)
` If only my friend had told me this, instead of thinking this would be hard to hear from him, I wouldn't have told him why I was all cut up and bloody and missing bits.
` But, I did, and he had me carted off to a mental hospital, where I was neglected, abused, utterly devastated that everyone around me was interacting with stuff in their own little world and I was being equated with them, and I wasn't even able to get up and pee!
` The worst part - I had no way to talk to people who knew me and everyone in there thought I had schizophrenia like the rest.
` Of course, I wasn't able to eat or drink anything either. After bleeding out my stitches for a week with no food or drink, being constantly injected with sedatives every time I shouted out for help to walk, when I asked why they thought I should be in there, that I was in excruciating pain and needed painkillers, etc. Because drugs were their only response to me - I was nearly dead.
` On the third day actually I was able to get to the bathroom, and then found that the shower was freezing cold, but I had to get the dried blood off - there was nothing to keep the water from running all over the bathroom floor, so it was all squishy towels.
` Now that I had 'decided' to join the 'real world' they gave me food and drink and anti-psychotics, which in sane people cause psychotic reactions, and it made my flashbacks to my torture more intense and made me unable to stop rocking back and forth uncontrollably, etc. But, because of the huge gashes inside my mouth, I couldn't swallow, nor spit. (I had drooled blood all down my face.)
` After another week of this treatment, my mom was able to talk to the doctor who supposedly was in charge of me but never conversed with me, just listened to my desperate pleas.
` After two weeks of this hell-after-hell, one talk with my mom was all it took: They let me out the next day - though didn't tell me or anyone until eight hours after my scheduled discharge at noon. Then I had to argue with my mom over the phone to come get me because it was eight at night and she didn't want to drive down so late.
` You know, the more I think about it, the less I like being called crazy. Maybe someone ELSE will think it's true next time something bad happens to me!
SEE, all I can say is you know I'm always here to listen if you need to talk...beep me anytime x
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