So- in the middle of catastrophic upheaval- some comedy.<\/p>\n
I was deep in gut wrenching, stomach emptying hell<\/b>. I had been churning up gouts of black bile. I was just a stomach, convulsively heaving up poison as fast as I was able to make it. It was, in a word, icky. <\/b><\/p>\n
I had just gotten to the turning point- I had drank quite a lot of milk, and it had soaked up what must have been a ridiculous amount of stomach acid. When I vomited, I coughed up solid chunks. It had curdled so efficiently in the acid storm of my guts it was coming up as dumplings<\/i>. This, by the way, was making me feel better, in a way. Not a good way… but a way.<\/p>\n
My blood sugar was so high, I realize in retrospect that I was delerious- certainly not thinking clearly. I was in serious danger.<\/p>\n
My twin (who was taking as good care of me as I would allow in my deranged state) cautiously handed me the telephone. It was Soulhuntre, with news.<\/p>\n
In the middle of this horror, I started to laugh.<\/p>\n
How could I not? <\/p>\n
It was the aftershock after an earthquake. So much stress and horror, definitions of my life firebombed away like Dresden in what turned out to be a drastic turning point in my life. Everything I knew was wrong, everything was different, I was somewhere in the nieghborhood of dying. It was like sitting in a burned out building- nothing but smoke and ruin…<\/p>\n
And somebody hits you with a rubber chicken. <\/p>\n
Honk.<\/b><\/p>\n
What Ken told me about was this:<\/b><\/p>\n
> Hi there, <\/p>\n
> For many of you, this is the first time you have heard from me in a <\/p>\n
> while and you are probably wondering “what the ?”.<\/p>\n
> Fact is, recent <\/p>\n
> events cause me to cut off all communication with a) anyone still <\/p>\n
> interacting with Matt on a social basis and b) those still involved with <\/p>\n
> the public scene. <\/p>\n
> Matt (aka Flagg) had found out that I was working on an outwardly <\/p>\n
> vanilla relationship with a guy named Mark and working on a professional <\/p>\n
> career (you know, the ones where you work and then get a paycheck and <\/p>\n
> then pay all of your bills…I’m sure the whole notion is quite foreign <\/p>\n
> to him). <\/p>\n
> Anyway, he found out Mark’s last name and called his ex-girlfriend to <\/p>\n
> try to get information about him. <\/p>\n
> Matt told her all sorts of “sick <\/p>\n
> stories,” referring to The Estate website and foolish-house.com, (the <\/p>\n
> site that Sierra and I built for him). <\/p>\n
> Apparently, Mark has also been <\/p>\n
> receiving harassing emails at his work. The possible threat to his job <\/p>\n
> was too much for Mark to reconcile and he has ended our relationship. <\/p>\n
> The good news is that my new place is far enough away from Mark’s that <\/p>\n
> we probably won’t run into each other very often, as that would be <\/p>\n
> extremely awkward. <\/p>\n
> I’m very angry and hurt, but I feel bad for Mark, <\/p>\n
> having never asked for this kind of harassment. <\/p>\n
> For those of you who are still in contact with Matt <\/p>\n
> you can tell him that he wins <\/p>\n
> he got what he wanted: I’m hurt and angry and I’m gone. <\/p>\n
> Feel free to spread the word. <\/i><\/p>\n
I laughed. It made everything make sense. It was absurd.<\/b><\/p>\n
After I recovered, I took another look at it. <\/p>\n
I’ve been quiet about this person, l kept my personal feelings silent while she raged at what she considers to be an unfair and hostile universe, where “Karma cannot happen fast enough”<\/i>. In general, I’ll continue to do so. <\/p>\n
But seeing as this was a public announcement, I’ll simply respond here.<\/p>\n
If someone DID do this to her and her boyfriend, it was a shitty and miserable thing to do. I did no such thing. I literally had no idea about her life- and honestly, could not have cared less.<\/p>\n
But personally, I doubt it happened. <\/p>\n
Let alone the fact that I had no idea, and no concern. Let alone that I had been in Seattle for the last two weeks- and never interacted with anyone in her circle of friends in any case. Let alone no evidence can (or ever will) be offered. Let alone that I simply don’t care<\/b>.<\/p>\n
If there is truth up there, it’s that a relationship did not work out, and someone to blame- someone who one feels “deserves it” for crimes real and imagined is obviously the best way to strike out at the unfair universe. <\/p>\n
I’m genuinely sorry things did not work out….<\/p>\n
but this- this is silly<\/b>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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