The Mighty Pen

This is a somewhat unusual entry, because is not only is it going to be unpleasant (well, THAT is usual) but becasue I write it in an agitated state.

Three or four months ago I wrote an entry on this site that has come back to haunt me. As a result of it, a very good friend has chosen not to speak with me.

In some ways, I have a problem with this (because I am NEVER wrong, of course) as I think the punishment directed at me is maybe sidestepping the issue (?!? Yikes – I could have just put my hand up for another round of hate!!). And I am somewhat hurt because surely the accuser knows me well enough to realise that any upset caused was completely unintentional and unwitting. But I suspect that perhaps this person is upset for the repercussions of that entry and has perhaps found solace in blaming me. Which I am willing to take, if it helps.

But this chain of events has quite shaken me, as I wonder if I should sensor myself more in the future. Perhaps I need to add a disclaimer that ‘events and people may be skewed for the sake of a good story or Heather having a slight flight of madness’.

You see - I wrote an entry on here that mocked someone and painted caricatures of other people. Pretty much like any other entry on here – right?!? And I though it was pretty humorous, that the person at the brunt of my joke would enjoy it. WRONG. So the point is, that as a result of this entry, I have unwittingly and inadvertently upset third parties – people I very, very much like. And I am very, very sorry that I have done this. I did not mean to.

Do people take what I write seriously? I know that those who know me best understand that I indulge in melodrama when recounting anything…. but I worry that those who don’t know me as well think I am a right bitch.

In many ways Im surprised that more than 7 or 8 people read this blog. When I write on here, I write specifically for these people. To consider that wider acquaintances and strangers might read this site regularly is honestly not something I consider happening…


So if you are a person who reads this blog, and yet doesn’t know me that well – be assured I am quite a nice (albeit boring) person. I cry when I come across baby birds that fall out of trees and will surely die. I recycle. I like babies. I love my friends and family in a psycho and unbreakable way. And although Mr. Holland’s Opus is my idea of torture, I still get teary when I think of Christian Slater dying in Untamed Heat

And whilst im into setting a few things straight – I should probably say that Dave (the boyfriend who gets lambasted hereat every given opportunity) is the love of my life and the most wonderful and loving person and that every day I take a moment to bask in how lucky I am that we met each other.

Awww. Aint I lovely?

Pity he doesn’t read this site, I’ve just caused you all to vomit for no reason.

ANYWAY – in conclusion. I talk crap. But from here on in I wont talk crap about other people… OK. People other than Dave. And maybe Nadsie. Actually, Verity needs to be scorned. And Georgia is just a walking target….