frustration mounts a stationary bull, falls off in less than 3 seconds
BB’s post is my camel straw. I can no longer stay completely silent on my blog about something weighing so heavily on my heart.
I am very disappointed at how much of the blogosphere has imploded lately.
I’d use another adjective, but that’s how I feel.
This is a post about no one in particular, but everyone in particular.
I’m also disturbed that a blogger I met at TequilaCon reminds me of a blogger from the past who I really want to forget ever existed. It hurts my heart to be reminded. This might as well be a Social Moth post since I’m not saying who I mean, but I need to say it: I’m sorry I cannot befriend you because you remind me of a very, very bad day.
And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
ah honey. I’m sorry. I do know how hard all this shit is to watch lately. And I hate that your soft little heart is heavy.
I wish BB would have left her comments open for support. :(
You can always hang out at my blog, where none of that crap happens because I only have 5 regular, sane readers.
Sucks the big one, doesn’t it.
(Sourpuss, am I one of 5? SANE?)
I love you, Poppy, and I love your heart. I wish everyone were as kind and sweet as you. The world would be a much nicer place to live in if that were the case.
(And Britt, thank you for your support, too….you helped me tremendously…more than I could express)
As long as I’m still online, you’ll know that everything is okay with the world.
I’m not the person you met at tc that reminded you of a bad person,because that would make me so sad.
Can we go to the bottom of that well now?
I gotta say Ive missed chatting with ya…
I swear I wont be a dirty old man! 
My blog hasn’t imploded yet! And it’s got monkeys!
Nothin a little whoopy won’t fix.
Goldberg that is.
i know this is about you, but i am all paranoid that i remind you of someone you don’t wanna be reminded about. yikes.
i sure do hate that your gentle and thoughtful self is frustrated at recent events. you deserve good happy things. always.
I don’t really know much about this blogosphere stuff.. I usually stay away from communities. But honestly, why care ?
Imploded is a nice adjective.
You could also try:
Lost. Its. Shit.
Blew. The. Fuck. Up.
Those would have also worked.
Just read Dawg’s tweet. It made me smile. Hang in there. I am finding that this sort of stuff is generally short lived. Intense. Nasty. No fun.. but short lived.
I’m sorry that you are sad. :(
Britt, at least I didn’t cry. Six months ago I would have been crying in my soup.
Sour, I’ll be right over.
Tug, it seriously does…
BB, thank you, sweetie. As I said in my email to you, do what your heart tells you to do and I’ll respect your decision.
Avi, I can’t even imagine what it would take to make you stop blogging. You’re like a blogosphere cockroach! But in a good way. (heheheehe!!)
Rachel, argh, you really need to let me use a nickname for you. I’ll think on this. I assure you, it’s not you. In fact, it’s no one who has ever commented on my blog. Or, at least, I don’t remember that happening.
B, YES PLEASE, but let’s bring the cell phones so we can activate Dawg when we need him. “Send cookies, baby!” Heheheehehe.
Awww, Geek. I promise it’s not because of you that I haven’t been signed into chat ever. I’ve just had so much going on that I really needed to focus on it… and I don’t know about anybody else, but when I’m signed into chat there is this hum in the back of my head of, “I wonder who’s signed in” that keeps me 20% less focused on tasks than I need to be. Considering all the big shit I just had to get done, and no end in sight to that actually, I’m very much limiting my chat time. But, maybe I should designate Thursdays as PoppyTalk day where I’ll be in chat at night.
Dave2, thank goodness for monkeys! Did you know there is an IT term MITM for Monkey In The Middle? Isn’t IT awesome!?
Wah, I cannot figure out how to write down a comment where I explain to you that I prefer sex with my boyfriend to thinking anything about Whoopi Goldberg, so I’ll leave it at that.
Hello, I wasn’t talking about you. Adam knows exactly who I mean. But you need to stop being so damn paranoid, woman. Thinking everyone’s words are about you is not healthy for your mental well being. My seasoned blogger recommendation: Assume nothing is about you until someone specifically says “this is about you”. Otherwise you’ll be consumed with the thought that everything is about you. And even if/when it is, so fucking what?
But, don’t own other people’s problems/situations.
(I’m not a therapist, but years of therapy make me very good at regurgitation. *snort*)
Creature, egg-zacally.
Bucky, losing shit and blowing the fuck up are explosions, I was going for the implosion there. I just enjoy implosions way more. Although, not this one. Thanks for approving of my adjective choice!
Maman, um. I have a comment to put here, but let’s just say I’m glad you’re still around.
Aww, thanks Jan.
I just hope it all blows over soon and everyone can be happy. I just want everyone to be happy. I know that’s not reality, but… I don’t tend to quite live in reality.
I’ve been trying to ignore the implosions but recently realized that just doesn’t make them go away…sigh.
ps - it’s me, isn’t it?
Dear Beautiful Woman Whose Blog I Read Daily, it’s not you. I’m sorry that it’s built into my personality to put out teaser information but never give the rest of the story. That’s a “feature” of me. But, I assure everyone who has commented: NOT YOU.
Ugh. I’m sorry this hurts you. I’m sorry BB was hurt. And I’m sorry that something I love so much has gotten so shitty lately.
It’s interesting to see my one circle of blogs that is so affected by the immpolsion and another circle that weren’t readers and really don’t know anything about it.
I am so sorry you are feeling sad about this.
So understood.
You’re such a good person. You really are.
Also, BB, you shouldn’t stop blogging. Noooooo!!
That just pisses me off. BB rocks. people suck. The end.
Thank you Poppy. I am glad to still be around myself.. in all my fabulous avatars. I told Fun Daddy that I would out myself before I let any jerk screw with me. And when he had time to think about it rationally, he agreed.
When we finally get to meet I just want to hug you –both arms–
Haha, I really didn’t think it was me :).
See, now I’m just glad I was unable to make it to TC - cause I’d be really worried it was me!
People lose their minds now and again. You just have to take a deep breath and look at it a little like a forest fire: it’s nature’s way to burn the hell out of a place and then repopulate with significant new growth. Somewhere, in this massive mess, beauty will emerge. I’m sure of it.
Tuggles: I don’t believe so. However, if you can provide Certification that you are indeed sane, I will change the number to 6.
*SIGH*
I’m SOL then.
I’m with Hello and Rachel. I always think people are hating on me, too. I’m off to read BB’s post…
Rachel shall from this point be known as Sparky with her permission. Thank you.
Finn, I’m fine. I have that “feature” where until I say stuff out loud it rattles around in my brain and drives me INSANE. I am no longer insane. And I think BB’s doing better too. But, thank you.
Lynda, my sadness for others is my curse…
Sybil, thank you, sweetie. And again, I am soooo sorry about Shammy.
(((HUG)))
Maman, you and I have been in the sphere a very long time together. If you went away that would make me sad. And I am REALLY glad Fun Daddy is taking your side on this one.
Turnbaby, yay! None of that Adam hugging! (Heee!)
Hilly, I know you didn’t really think so, but it was still fun pretending to be shocked that you would even ask.
Kyra, hehehe. Yah, not you.
And that is a very good way of looking at this. I’m excited to see the beautiful part.
Shelli, if you thought for even a moment I meant you then you’re in big trouble, Missy!!
Well, I just started getting to know you via the Blogosphere. And I like you VERY much.
You can always come to my blog anytime. It’s full of stuff about my kids and my job and my boyfriend and my idiot ex-husband. Pretty simple really. 
J.
Poppy…you can come read my blog…it’s really safe over there…I have NO regular readers. Well, Adam stops by from time to time…but it’s a really quiet place. No drama, mama!
Hope you feel better!
I’m sorry you are sad. *hug*
If it’s not any of those people from TeqCon then is it me? If I did anything to offend you please let me know because I would never want to do something to offend you.
HoosierGirl, thanks. I’m lurking there.
Steph, I was pretty sure I was lurking at your place too! But no new posts show up. I just noticed Hilly’s wasn’t working yesterday. DAMN GOOGLE READER.
DLil, I accept your hug invitation. *hug*
Lisa, silly, you were *at* TC. It’s not you, and you deserve fifty spankings with a wet noodle from Dude for even thinking that. Tell him Poppy says so! It’s no one who even reads my blog.
OMG, I’m glad it’s nothing I did. I was worried all morning. I told Dude what you said about the spankings and his reply…”I’m on it!”
Thanks.
Lisa, YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY TO SPANKINGS!!!!!!!!!
… um. I mean. You’re welcome.
The blog world sucks sometimes only because it consists of people. ;) That’s my philosophy. The anon you met or any of those you have met that act in those kinds of ways are very little in the big scheme of things.