JUST TO LET YOU KNOW… If you hadn’t already figured it out, I’m the only one in charge of this blog. I’m the one in charge because it’s my blog, which means we play by my rules.
As far as the rules go, it’s simple. The rules are that I’m the one who decides what the rules are. I do the picking and choosing as to the topics I wanna write about and what I wanna say about them. Period. The End.
If I pick a subject that may hit a nerve with some of the readers, I don’t send myself to the Human Resources Department. I don’t write myself up and put a pink slip in my file. There are no files. There is no Human Resources Department. I can’t get fired. Unless I fire myself.
I’ll tell you why. Because…………
It’s my blog. Therefore, my rules!
Here’s the good news though. You have choices too! You can choose to read my blog or not. This is America. It’s a free country; plus let’s not forget that the blog itself happens to be free. You can’t have buyer’s remorse if you didn’t pay for anything. AND YOU DIDN’T. I pay for this blog. Not you.
If you choose to read my blog, that’s phenomenal. I’d love to have you stay on board. The unpolished support means the world to me. However, if you choose to delete yourself and unsubscribe, that’s also okay. More power to you. See ya later, thanks for playing. It’s been nice knowing you. You can fuck off now!
I’m not afraid of the haters out there. As a matter of fact, it’s the haters that fuel my fire. I love the criticism. It makes me want to work harder. I just wish you would get your opinionated asses out of the closet and come out already! I’ve been begging for you naysayers to post your thoughts under the comments section so we can hash it out. Isn’t that what a blog is supposed to be all about anyway?
Don’t whisper behind my back. Don’t smile to my face and then roll your eyes when I walk away. Don’t be all, “Oh, Silver I love your blog. Can I have a t-shirt?” to my face and then when I excuse myself to refill my glass of wine be all, “She’s got no filter on that mouth of hers. I wonder what her kids think…..”
Don’t worry about my kids. Worry about your own kids.
C’mon people…..You didn’t really expect that I’d let you get away with it, did you? Seriously, let’s get down to the nitty gritty. Why not lay your unpolishedness out on the table? And by out on the table, I mean ON THE BLOG. To hell with this secretive, Wizard-of-Oz-hiding-behind-the-curtain-bullshit. Post a comment for Christ’s sake! If you’ve got a problem with me, lemme see it! Lemme read it! I unpolishedly welcome the opportunity to hear what you have to say.
Put Up or Shut Up
I think it’s high time you put your fingers where your big, fat, two-faced mouth is and type your gripes!
Obviously, there’s always gonna be haters. Always. That’s what makes the world go ’round and it’s perfectly fine with me. We can’t all agree on everything. I mean, if we all agreed on everything, how boring would that be? I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wish the haters would have the balls to man up and admit it. If that were the case, I would respect you so much more.
The truth is, I have no plans to go away. I’m not gonna pack up my domain name and disappear quietly. As a matter of fact, I’m really just getting started.
At the end of the day, you can take me or leave me. Either way it doesn’t matter cuz it’s my blog. Therefore, my rules!