Life has been crazy busy, there seriously aren’t enough hours in the day.
Master’s degree update: we had to choose a primary genre out of: Fiction, Poetry, Creative Non-Fiction and Script. I chose Poetry, going against my instinct, and sure enough it quickly turned out to be a mistake. I locked horns with my tutor pretty much straight away: I think “conflicting personalities” is the best way to put it. I felt very uncomfortable within my tutor group and decided after a week that my initial feelings had been right – poetry isn’t where my strength lies as a writer and it’s not what I want to concentrate on.
Cue a lot of back and forth while I asked to be switched to a different writing genre: I was told it was too late, etc…so I had to make a pretty good case that it was in everybody’s interest for this to happen. Fortunately, they saw sense and I’m now happily settled in the Creative Non Fiction group – my new tutor is fantastic, very inspiring, as are the new students I’m working with.
Creative Non Fiction is something that really suits me, blending my background in journalism with my thirst for writing as eloquently as I can. I’m well aware that my better-written posts on this blog are the ones depicting real events and actual moments of my life. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact I’m at my best as a writer when talking about my own life – I’m an introvert and like to keep things private so it’s galling to think that my best writing is done while revealing much about myself.
My secondary genre is Fiction which is something I’m keen to work on because, as I’ve just said, I’m not at all a natural when it comes to “making up stories.”
Meanwhile, some people are still coming on my blog to try to unsettle me. It seems those people are the narcissist’s friends, and they apparently have nothing better to do with their lives than come on here every couple of days to rate my posts down. Last Friday, one of them went through about 18 posts to give them a one star rating. Whoever is doing it (apparently there’s more than one person) has been rating down the same posts over and over again till I ended up close to a one star rating overall out of I don’t know how many votes.
I let it happen for weeks now, thinking they’d get tired of it (they didn’t) but last Friday I suddenly remembered (duh!) that I don’t have to keep ratings on the blog, so I got rid of them. Obviously that upset the freaks so they decided to rate down the comments instead – thumb down for everyone who commented on “Wearing Your Words” – how very sad!
I don’t mean to be funny but those people don’t know me, and I don’t know them. That they should get upset at some of my posts written about the narcissist is fair enough, but why keep rating down everything else which has nothing to do with him?
It just makes no sense. How much of a nonentity can you be that you would choose to do battle for somebody else? Especially in such a petty, pathetic way. It’s text-book narcissism, of course: narcissists always have an adoring crowd which will stupidly attack and do the dirty work for them.
So I’m talking to you now, whoever you are: get a life! Don’t fight somebody else’s battle for them, but if you do, do it properly! Go big! Try harder than just thumbing down comments or rating posts down. If you really are intent on annoying me through this blog, do it IN YOUR NAME! Don’t hide behind the computer or phone screen, anonymously, like cowards. By all means, come on my blog: you will most probably learn a few things, educate yourself, expand your vocabulary…etc…but ask yourself why you should feel the need to act in such a petty way when you have NO idea of what happened between me and the narcissist, when you don’t even know me. Just GET A LIFE! Live for yourself: if you’re going to act like cowards, do it for yourself, not for him – you’re just admitting you’re nobodies here, do you not realise that?! How can you not?!
I personally wouldn’t dream of fighting somebody else’s battles for them, but if I did, if it was WORTH IT, I would do it properly, going down in flames for them, and I would do it in my own name, loud and proud!
You guys are just a bunch of whipped pussies – grow some balls!
Phew, I feel better now. I’ve had so little sleep for the last week that I just don’t have the patience for losers, not that I have much patience for them at any given time!
Talking of no sleep, I stayed up to watch the Debate on Sunday and I, along with the rest of the world, was witness to the absolute joke that American politics have become.
Hillary, as corrupt, dishonest and unconvincing as she is, was made to look half-way acceptable by psychopath Trump — quite a feat.
He stood on that stage, not answering a single question, rambling on and on, sniffing constantly, acting like a petulant child: “why don’t you interrupt her? Not fair, not fair.”
HOW has this man made it that far? I. Cannot. Understand. It.
I am terrified that this so easily enraged (and deranged) narcissist should ever get anywhere near nuclear buttons – TERRIFIED.
I shall now make myself a cup of green tea, dip into my stash of dark chocolate and take a look around WordPress. Then it’s back to work and more studying later. Friday I’m in London all day on a photo shoot acting as agent for a very special someone who is as gifted brain-wise as he is in the looks department – high fashion for an exclusive magazine, I’m going to love investigating behind the scenes. And I might just have a date Saturday night.
Life is incredibly busy but it’s also really grand right now.