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Friday, May 22, 2009

early morning

Clearly the word does not mean what you think it means

From dictionary.com - for my siblings and one of their spouses: con?cern??/k?n?s?rn/  Show Spelled Pronunciation [kuhn-surn]  –verb (used with object) 1. to relate to; be connected with; be of interest or importance to; affect: The water shortage concerns us all.  2. to interest or engage (used reflexively or in the passive, often fol. by with or in): She concerns herself with every aspect of the business.  3. to trouble, worry, or disquiet: I am concerned about his health.  –noun 4. something that relates or pertains to a person; business; affair: Law is the concern of lawyers.  5. a matter that engages a person’s attention, interest, or care, or that affects a person’s welfare or happiness: The party was no concern of his.  6. worry, solicitude, or anxiety: to show concern for someone in trouble.  7. important relation or bearing: This news is of concern to all of us.  8. a commercial or manufacturing company or establishment: the headquarters of an insurance concern.  9. Informal. any material object or contrivance.

the wee hours

Apparently Certain “Concerned” People Can’t Seem To Leave Me Alone

I keep getting spied on by people who say they are “concerned” about me, yet not once have they shown that concern.  Concern would be, I don’t know, maybe asking how I’m feeling, if I need help with anything, or really anything BESIDES harassing me and lying about me.  It’s funny how the people who keep saying they’re “concerned” about me haven’t done even the smallest thing to prove it, unlike my friends (and my parents), who prove it every single day.

Because these “concerned” harassers are accessing my blog by using proxies (Yeah, HideMyAss.com doesn’t really hide your ass, does it?  Your ass is just out there flapping in the wind), I’ve started to write my personal posts on my Vox blog, which is completely private, except to those I’ve given access.  If you’d like access, send me an email and I’ll approve you as a friend over there.  I’ll still continue to write my political, foodie, Fibro, herniated disk, or whatever posts here because I know that some of those posts have helped some of you who are experiencing the same things.  I’m not going to stop posting because certain family members are creepily spying on me.  I could set up private accounts on this blog, but I don’t want to block the search engines.  Some of my best pals have been strangers who have found my posts via a search.  Besides, it’s my blog and I like writing here, and I’m not going to let anyone chase me away because they can’t get a grip on their own obsessions.

Oh, poo, I’ve spoiled your fun, huh?  Well, I guess you’ll have to get your complete jollies spying on Leigh-Ann now.  She writes just for certain audiences sometimes, so enjoy.