A dirty stinking rat.
12/13/2008
My internet filter:
I had a post all set yesterday, but I had second thoughts about it so left it on my journal and didn’t post it to the web. Sometimes we have to listen to that nagging feeling or that little thought that keeps coming to the front. It’s the internet filter. Very few times have I stumbled and had to take a posting down. I have been on the internet since 2002, so that’s a lot of journaling. Once things blew up at work so I took a rant down, once I decided I didn’t want my family or friends to see something I wrote. It was done as a joke, but I thought if someone stumbled across it years later, it wouldn’t be so funny. It happens once in a while, but not that often since I keep my site PG.
It’s a good thing I didn’t post yesterday. The thing I was so worried about didn’t happen. I am glad about that, but it poses a whole new issue for me. It tells me that someone I spoke to is a rat. A fibbing, lying, stinking dirty rat that I can’t trust. I know who this person is; it’s not that hard to figure out.
I will now handle interactions with that person with great deal of caution: my trust has been breached, that is not something that can be repaired.
