I love writing about my life every day. I sort of saw it as talking to friends. But after the relentlessly cruel comments yesterday, I see that people hate read. I see that not everyone is on my side. I guess I knew it, but it didn’t really register, you know?
That makes it not fun anymore. It kind of makes me feel sick. I kind of started to wonder if I was an unlikable person. Then of course I remembered there are even people who don’t like Tom Hanks and I felt better. Still. This all feels unsafe now.
(And also, what kind of person wants to hate read? Why make yourself angrier? I don’t see the fun in that, but then again I listen to Dr. Laura. I guess I’m people’s Dr. Laura.)
I thought it over last night, and some more this morning, and I’ve decided to stop writing for awhile.
I’ve made some real friends through this experience; most of you have been really great. I can’t begin to count all the good things that’ve come from writing to you for 10 years. Thank you for all the nice things you’ve done, and for being a part of my life.