Ex-censorship

My foresight into how people would react to my previous blog entry titled "The One That Got Away" dated March 1, 2008 is head-on. A recent, what seems to be drunken, facebook message from said "The First Real One" requesting me to take into account how the post exploits her personal life for "the whole world to see" is "rude." Her words, not mine.

What I find particularly interesting is a few things:
1) The fact that people are actually reading my blog.
2) That said people are relaying what I'm posting to those they believe are involved (Exhibit A: The Ex-Girlfriend)
3) Her ludicrous request to censor my blog -- did she not read the final paragraph of the entry about me being tired of taking into account how others felt over my own feelings?
4) The minor detail that I never, not once mentioned her name, which unless you knew both of us in highschool, or even just one half of us, you would not be able to put two & two together and single her out as "that girl."
5) To point No. 4 -- only someone who went to high school with us could have been the source of this leakage ... that said it's almost flattering to think someone is taking it and throwing it around.
6) Her overlooking the complimentary remarks about I made about our relationship. Not to toot my own horn, but I'd think it almost flattering if an ex were to write about how meaningful/memorable our relationship was...
7) She wouldn't think it "rude" if it weren't the truth. Her rant in the facebook message can only lead me to believe she's a) ashamed b) embarrassed c) regretful d) all of the above
8) It took her a drunken night out on the town to muster up enough courage to actually write me. Gotta love the booze lowering your inhibitions (thanks Jack, Johnny and Jose).

Listen-- I've had a number of requests from people I've mentioned to censor, edit or (gasp!) delete portions of my entries. The truth is -- I already censor a good portion of myself out of respect. I'm also careful to cover my tracks by not flat out saying peoples' names and using simply their initials (of which I did not even use in her case).

The reality is I blog when I'm inspired by an emotion be it anger, frustration, happiness, fear, love or simply when I'm being pensive. Yes, many would call that a journal and few would ever expose themselves to the harsh reality of letting their friends, peers, co-workers or Heaven forbid Ex's see how they really feel. Out of respect for, because I'm really not a malicious person, I am not posting her drunken request sent via facebook as I had originally intended to do.

I'll give her this, it was nice hearing from her even if it was through a 3 a.m. facebook message with a number of spelling errors.