The bitch is clean
The day I was called a bitch was the day I realized I am finally clean.
While my blogs are available in the public domain, I can count in the fingers of one hand the number of people who actually know my blog URLs. These people, who are all close to me, would not even bother commenting on my posts. (I could not care less, actually, because we regularly catch up in real life.)
I still consider blogging as the traditional and personal online platform it used to be years ago: nearly as sacred as the diary one keeps under the mattress, where secrets and lies can be freely and fearlessly expressed.
Hence, I was pleasantly surprised when I received an email from Blogger sometime last month, notifying me that someone left a comment on one of my recent blog updates.
Not only was the comment unexpected, it was also concise and straightforward.
It was easy to shrug the comment off, as it was made on my reblog of Regina Belmonte’s writing, which at the time of posting and until now I find so honest and raw. Likewise, the comment seemed to have come with either spite or boredom from its author, clearly a manifestation that he or she is a person of low tolerance to varying opinions.
Some minutes afterwards, I received another email notification from Blogger, informing me of a second comment made on another recent blog post.
This was when things started getting funny.
The post on which the comment, presumably written by the same person, was made was about my reflections from a Lenten recollection I had attended. I see no reason for any sensibilities to be offended.
The choice of word, as well, was so laughable that I had to immediately announce the receipt of the anonymous comment to a few close friends.
One friend even congratulated me for being “famous” enough to attract a basher. Haha!
I would have taken offense had there been a grain of truth in the one-word comment. But I knew there was none. I know, and the people around me can also testify, that the word “bitch” would be the unlikeliest adjective to describe me.
I have no idea who made the comments, although the nom de guerre “MagnaCumLaude” seems to posit a clue. It would be an option to track the IP address of the comment author, but I have no intention, even out of curiosity, to unravel his or her identity.
Somehow I secretly hoped a third comment would come up. They come in threes, people would say. Well, that is not always true. I was dismayed.
Blogger allows me to choose which submitted comments I could publish in my blog and, nope, the aforementioned comments are not getting published, ever. I am keeping this blog clean.
I guess when one has come to terms with oneself, it would be easy to shake off whoever and whichever one does not need in life.
I finally understand now why American pop icon Taylor Swift wrote “Clean”.
Postscript: If the comment author is reading this, then I would like to take the opportunity to express my apologies for writing about you just now (I had to stop myself from posting anew about my recent summer trip!) and for choosing not to publish the comments. As well, I thank you for taking the time to visit my online home and for exerting some effort to write the comments.
I look forward to hearing from you soon, but I suggest that you at least try to be more specific with your remarks next time, y’know, just to mask your seeming shallowness and to accurately get your point across. God bless. •
While my blogs are available in the public domain, I can count in the fingers of one hand the number of people who actually know my blog URLs. These people, who are all close to me, would not even bother commenting on my posts. (I could not care less, actually, because we regularly catch up in real life.)
I still consider blogging as the traditional and personal online platform it used to be years ago: nearly as sacred as the diary one keeps under the mattress, where secrets and lies can be freely and fearlessly expressed.
Hence, I was pleasantly surprised when I received an email from Blogger sometime last month, notifying me that someone left a comment on one of my recent blog updates.
Not only was the comment unexpected, it was also concise and straightforward.
It was easy to shrug the comment off, as it was made on my reblog of Regina Belmonte’s writing, which at the time of posting and until now I find so honest and raw. Likewise, the comment seemed to have come with either spite or boredom from its author, clearly a manifestation that he or she is a person of low tolerance to varying opinions.
Some minutes afterwards, I received another email notification from Blogger, informing me of a second comment made on another recent blog post.
This was when things started getting funny.
The post on which the comment, presumably written by the same person, was made was about my reflections from a Lenten recollection I had attended. I see no reason for any sensibilities to be offended.
The choice of word, as well, was so laughable that I had to immediately announce the receipt of the anonymous comment to a few close friends.
One friend even congratulated me for being “famous” enough to attract a basher. Haha!
I would have taken offense had there been a grain of truth in the one-word comment. But I knew there was none. I know, and the people around me can also testify, that the word “bitch” would be the unlikeliest adjective to describe me.
I have no idea who made the comments, although the nom de guerre “MagnaCumLaude” seems to posit a clue. It would be an option to track the IP address of the comment author, but I have no intention, even out of curiosity, to unravel his or her identity.
Somehow I secretly hoped a third comment would come up. They come in threes, people would say. Well, that is not always true. I was dismayed.
Blogger allows me to choose which submitted comments I could publish in my blog and, nope, the aforementioned comments are not getting published, ever. I am keeping this blog clean.
I guess when one has come to terms with oneself, it would be easy to shake off whoever and whichever one does not need in life.
I finally understand now why American pop icon Taylor Swift wrote “Clean”.
Postscript: If the comment author is reading this, then I would like to take the opportunity to express my apologies for writing about you just now (I had to stop myself from posting anew about my recent summer trip!) and for choosing not to publish the comments. As well, I thank you for taking the time to visit my online home and for exerting some effort to write the comments.
I look forward to hearing from you soon, but I suggest that you at least try to be more specific with your remarks next time, y’know, just to mask your seeming shallowness and to accurately get your point across. God bless. •