Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Saturday, October 14, 2006
I Feel Like The World’s Worst Friend
Can you sell someone out who didn’t seem to tell you a truthful fact about most of their vital information? You’d sort of think not, wouldn’t you? I contacted a reporter because I was told the reporter was her “friend”, and I did it “off the record”. Only when the “real” person confirmed that it wasn’t her, did I give the okay for the story. Now, I’m sitting here terrified to see the damned thing. I wish I could take it all back, even though I’m not guilty of anything. So real L or SL, I’m sorry. Hey, maybe something will happen and a better story will come along for Michele. I never wanted any publicity. This is how it all started, “This is going to be a weird email, but I need you to hang in there until the end. I’ll try to be brief. Also, I need this to be completely off the record. Actually, not being a writer or a lawyer or whatever, maybe I should just send part of this to you before I go into detail about it. I feel like a creep writing it, but if something super weird is up, I’d feel like more of a creep if I hadn’t written it.”
And it ends with me sitting here regretting being lied to, I guess. Regretting telling someone else that I was lied to? I don’t know. But I’m miserable. Whoever you are, if you’d told me the truth, I wouldn’t have told anyone. And frankly, I don’t think I would’ve even cared. Others of you reading, don’t think this is license to lie to me now. This was lying with special circumstances. I’m not sure what they were, but for some reason they didn’t matter. It was someone I never planned on meeting in real life, so certain things didn’t make a difference. But, I just wanted to find out what was true, and what wasn’t. I wish I’d left it a big weird mystery. I’m sorry.
updated - okay, the article wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. It was quite reasonable. Thanks, Michele.
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