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| I managed to finally unlock my old Xanga from about five years ago.
I am going back to it, now that I have spruced it up a bit and given it a name change.
This one will be shut down in a few days. =]]
It is: http://EmpathyAndReason.xanga.com
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PS: While I'm being such an obnoxious person (you'll forgive me, right? *ducks* If I solemnly swear to not change my xanga for at least a year? =D)
Go add me.. or... follow me... or... whatever on twitter: clikthis
and my tumblr, if you want. I will only use it to post a couple of my favourite posts on contemplations for my portfolio, so it's nothing big really. I just didn't want to further flood my faeriekittenscribbles.com site.
tumblr: clikthis | | |
| With all that has been going on around here lately, one cannot help but think about all the criticism that has been going around. The flood of judgement and opinions is quite incredible really.
What I find really sad is how many people suffer under the onslaught of critique that comes forth. Especially those of you who want to be a writer. Now, I'm not one for following celebrities. I'm probably the only young female alive who has never picked up a glam magazine of some sort and read it, or even flipped through it. I bring my own books to the waiting room... I just honestly don't care about the personal lives of people I have never met. I have a hard enough time keeping up with the people I do know, and this even with facebook and my recently-discovered-twitter. Lovelyish is, I suppose the closest I have ever gotten to a glam magazine.
But here I feel it necessary to use all these celebrities as an example. How often do we as humans criticize these people? How often do we call Justin Bieber a girl? Raise your hand if you've ever made a Justin Bieber female joke or laughed at one. Do you know how many THOUSANDS of people mock that boy? How many mock Miley Cyrus?
Do you have any idea how many people watched Britney Spears' life spiral into a swirling vortex of chaos? How many people have judged her and decided whether or not she is worthy of having children.
Honestly, some of you want to be writers, want to be journalists, and want to put your writing out there. You post your opinions more publicly than some celebrities ever will, yet when the criticism comes you duck your head in and cry.
How can you so easily mock someone standing on stage, when you can't even stand on your soapbox without crying over every little tomato?
I'm not justifying these personal attacks. I am not justifying these public attempts to humiliate; these attempts to point fingers and call people liars. Maybe I'm different, but the way I was raised, if you had a problem with someone or thought them to be a liar, you didn't stand in a circle of people and shout "you liar! I saw myself you weigh twenty pounds more!" but waited for a moment to ask them why they feel the need to lie about something you know to be untrue.
However, these things happen, nontheless. People use their blog as a platform of exposure, disregarding all the times they have been hurt by similar exposure. We're all flawed human beings. We've all committed grievous errors in our lives; things we would rather forget.
And every so often, someone will humiliate us, not with flawed anger and pointless rants, but with the truth. It stings. It hurts. Having someone come on your blog and tear apart your newest story with all the grammatic errors and flawed storyline is no joy ride, and I have seen many a writer's heart crushed because the critique came with such harshness and truth, but no encouragement. (oh ad hominem, cursed be you)
The fact of the matter is that while the motives and methods of a person criticizing you may be wrong, what they are saying is still truth.
The fact of the matter is that sometimes people will criticize you without knowing the whole story, and will judge you just like they judge Justin Bieber, Britney Spears, and Amy Winehouse. The point is not for you to lash into battles with the public, but for you to realize that it is naught but the apparent flawed human nature to criticize and judge, and to learn from and use their judgement and your hurt to become a better person.
An eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth will leave the whole world toothless and blind. | | |
| if you have indeed decided to block LoBornLytesThoughtPalace's IP address as a form of censorship
you can rest assured that I will boycott, along with quite a few other users.
Freedom of speech.
It's something we still have.
Those who do not appreciate Charlie's opinions can stay away from her blog or block her.
I fail to see the issue here.
Have you checked lately to see how many nazis there are on Xanga? How many racist rednecks? People actually threatening physical violence to others!
Have you checked lately to see how many people post about their illegal drug habits? How many teens post about underaged drinking. How many people talk about having sex with a minor?
Yet you choose to shut down LoBorn?
Focus on making a mobile app.
Focus on getting rid of these damn spam commenters and messagers.
Then we can talk about users that need to be blocked.
Sincerely,
Ketlyn
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EDIT/Post Scripte
It seems some people feel tempted to call bullshit on this.
While I cannot proclaim for sure that the Xanga Team is behind this, it is a FACT that in the past certain users' IP have been blocked. Usually only temporarily, but it HAS happened.
Whether this is a glitch, or whether Xanga is using this method to censor LoBorn, I do not know. HENCE the open letter to the Xanga Team.
But while it is one thing to post a doubting post on YOUR blog, doubting the authenticity of this blockage, I find it positively rude and unnecessary to go to that person's blog, tag EVERY SINGLE COMMENTER, with a tinyurl to your own blog.
I am furious, angry, and vexed. Keep your drama on your own blog kthx! Oh, and do not talk to me. Until further notice. | | |
| Heal, they say. Grow over it, they say. Move on with your life. Yet there you sit on your bed, hugging your knees, wishing you could hug the pain away; wishing you could cry the pain away.
Wounds are strange curse of nature. A wise man once said that time heals all wounds, except for the invisible ones. Those scars in your heart cannot be healed by any amount of time. You cannot walk your road and ignore it, expecting time to naturally make it disappear.
So you sit there with the knife at your wrist, begging to bleed. Begging to release the pain.
Stop.
It hurts. I... I can't anymore. It hurts and I can't heal.
Different wounds call for different ways to heal. You will never heal your heart in this way.
I am tired of being hurt. Behind these walls all I see is pain. I venture out and there is more pain. Pain, everywhere. And yet I can never seem to heal.
These walls will never heal you.
But everytime I leave, I get hurt again.
You cannot rush back and forth and expect any good to come of it. Tear the walls down. Face the pain. Go stand outside the broken ruins of what was once not your shield, but your isolator. Your enemies will shoot you down. They will tear at you. They will slander you. But even as you fall... even as you lie there bleeding... you will see they cannot hurt you more than that.
When you shut yourself away behind these walls you keep away the physical pain, but permit the mental scarring, the emotional torture. Face them. Face the physical pain. Let them make you bleed. So you can heal. What is the worst they can do to you? What is the worst that can happen? Look and see. Then arise from the ashes, and walk on.
I can't take this lying down! I have to fight back! I can't let them walk all over me! It's as if I were denying who I am!
And who are you? Hiding behind these walls, emerging only to spew threats and anger? Spending every waking moment fighting or in the fear of another fight? You offend others and tell them to grow a thicker skin, and yet you repeatedly scream at the voices shouting you down, begging for it to end.
There is a time for everything. A time to fight, and a time to lose. You need to lose in order to win. You will only defeat your enemies when you rise from their bruises and walk away. Only then will your heart heal, as you realize that the worst has been done, and you are still breathing. You may cry, and you may feel a bitter sting, but you will learn to see that there are things worse than hateful words and heavy blows. You will have bled, and you will heal.
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Pewterrose wrote a beautiful response post. See it here: Slice
My response to her response is in the comment section.
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| Amidst the backstabbing.
Amidst the betrayal.
Amidst the hurt.
I would like to introduce the world to three of the possibly most amazing people I have ever known.
Emily
She lives in Germany but I swear she as a more dominant American accent than I do. She is only nineteen, but sometimes I swear she's twenty five. She is mature but can have a good time. She will stand up for anyone. More than once she's helped me knock a fist or two, trying to get Meghan* out of the club. Young and tiny, but she has fire and a will to live. A will to enjoy life. You can trust her with anything. When the world starts crashing down, she's the one I look for to help me build a war bunker.
Steppi
I could write you pages about how much I love this girl, and I would not ever be close to done. She is a writer. Not one who writes for title or fun, but because she has no choice. Her words carry eloquence and truth. She captivates and sweeps you away. She makes words dance across the page. Even in the ugly and tragic, she can find beauty. She is a mirror of me. I want to lock her up and away and protect her forever. She may not need a hero, but she's the kind of girl you want to save anyway.
Kylie
I love her. I love her and I love her. She is so much like me. She is my sister. When I think of how we never would have met had it not been for MXA... I cringe. I can trust her with ANYTHING. She will give it to me straight, whether it's a matter of if my shoes match my outfit or not, or whether I'm acting like a conceited wench. She has tact, and understanding, but she won't sugarcoat things. I have so much admiration for this girl, I cannot even express.
So there you have it. Go take a few minutes of your day to think about who in your life you admire and respect. Think about that for a while. Feel blessed. When you have friends like these girls, you don't have time to talk about haters.
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PS: I have decided to be more active on twitter. So add me if you use it. Or is that called following? eh. Whatever. =D
http://twitter.com/StarshineFaerie | | |
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