Monday, December 10, 2012

Posting in the heat of emotion

We all have done it. We've posted something in the heat of the moment, whether it be anger, hurt, sadness...and come to regret it later.

I like to think I've gotten better about it and have been proud of myself for pulling away from the enter key. There have been times I've read a blog post or Facebook comment, Tweets too, and really wanted to speak my mind or defend myself, but didn't because it wasn't worth the fall out that would come after. But sometimes my fingers still operate faster than my brain. I hate when it happens. And there's little you can do to fix it afterward, other than offer an "I'm sorry" and an explanation of not distancing myself before typing away.

I try not to be a hypocrite, but it happens. I think it happens to everyone now and again. And most times without even realizing it. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. All I can do is learn from them and try to be a better person in the future.


  1. It happens. I've done it several times in comments and go back and apologize. I'm better about it w/ blog posts, because they're longer and before I get through w/ the post I realize I shouldn't be saying it. Sometimes I finish writing it anyhow, and save it as a draft. I may let my husband or a good friend read it just to feel validated. LOL. That's kind of pathetic, but it's life, right?

  2. Facebook kills me. Politics, especially, and the people bashing gets to me. Sometimes I have to close the computer and step away before I reply. I try to keep in mind that nothing good ever comes of that, that whoever I would engage with on facebook about something we disagree on is probably not likely to turn out to be a beneficial discussion. I have succumbed a few times, though, because I felt like someone needed to say something, and regretted it.

  3. GREETINGS, EARTHLING!! While I can only stay in this existence finite for a while (gotta run back to the Elysian Fields soon), take anything and everything you wanna from our wonderfull, plethora-of-thot to write the next, great masterpeace -if- I can but kiss your gorgeous, adorable feets and/or cohesively cuddle withe greatest, ex-mortal-girly-ever to arrive in Seventh Heaven!! Think about it. Do it! Get back with me Upstairs, k? God bless you, doll: pleasure-beyond-measure is waiting in the Great Beyond for you and eye. Love you proFUSEly, girl (the name of Lenin’s newspaper, the FUSE). Thus, if you can read-between-the-lines, the musical term MOREnDO means ‘dying-away in tone-and-time’. How very apropos for U.S. …