Reminded why I made this...

So yesterday I see this lady at work - Kim - who I only talk to once in a blue moon when we pass each other in the hallway. She's also friends with my best friend, Jes, who works with us. I met her through Jes, and she's a nice lady so I always say hi and try to be polite.

But honestly, it's not in me to form relationships all over the place. They're very limited, and the only people I seriously want to talk to about my feelings and life happenings is someone I actually know. That'd be family, and my three best friends. Otherwise, you don't need to worry about me.

However, this is the day of Twitter and Facebook and all the other shit we got going. So, yes, Kim is my "friend" on Facebook. Because she asked and how do I say no with out being insulting or sounding like a stuck up bitch while going about how I don't friend everyone? Nope, I was stuck, and I friended her.

Then I made my Facebook status something depressing. I believe it was "what do you when, after 26 years of being told to 'be yourself', you find out 'yourself' doesn't have a place in this world".

Well, she saw it and had to bring it up at work the next day - said she was worried and how she didn't know what to say to my status sometimes and blah blah blah.

What can I say? I can't really roll my eyes and be like "look, I was being emo, it's a Facebook status - let it go". I could say that to someone I considered a rational human being. But Kim doesn't know me like that - she wouldn't see it as me being me (ie, logical to the point of rude). She'd just see the rude and be hurt that I was brushing me off when she wanted to "be there" for me. So I explained I had some stuff going on (job hunting) and shrugged it off as just a bad moment.

And the point of all that is this - some things I want to say should be said here, on the blog nobody knows I have. Because otherwise someone is going to take this shit the wrong way and suddenly I'll be on suicide watch just because I was listening to the wrong song or reading an odd story or something. Cripes people, I'm aloud to feel what I feel - it needs no reaction from you.

Lesson learned - creepier talk goes here. When I want to rant or rave about the latest winner on Project Runway - well, that can go on Facebook.