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Posted by ClearSkies on January 8, 2008, at 11:46:51
Or when I email people, I feel like I'm spraying a whole bunch of repellent all over me. thread killer. Dead-end email. The biggest disappointment was when I "launched" the online store. More like dropped a pebble into a great big ocean. My sister-in-law thought my email account was sending her spam. I'm pretty sure I signed the email, "love, me". Does a spam email do that, really?
Not really feeling rejected or repelled, or even invisible. But kind of like I've been pushing a great weight up a long, slow hill for many months now. It's a solitary journey. So is posting, sometimes. And email, well, people have other stuff on their minds. or they think you're sending them spam. I guess my passion doesn't really come across? Or it's a disappointment to me that my excitement isn't shared by everyone else in my address book.
It has to be enough, without the feedback. I have to be ok with clapping in my own forest without anyone else there to hear it with me (how's that for torturing a metaphor? nasty, isn't it?). To have a sense of satisfaction of a Job Well Done. Patting myself on the back, because, well, that's who's going to do the patting, and nobody else. What a magnificent job I did getting that store put together! And have you seen my new (and improved) blog? It's quite lovely. If I say so myself - and I do.
Oh, and in case the subject of the post wasn't a clue, there isn't any need to respond to this.
Really.
Posted by adelaide curtis on January 9, 2008, at 9:41:29
In reply to Sometimes when I post, posted by ClearSkies on January 8, 2008, at 11:46:51
sometimes i just have to tell people what i want.
i have "given away" so many of my products in self promotion i am left feeling used when all i wanted was a little praise, or a future sale.
posting here has left me bitter and sad..(so many miscommuications and images out that are not me at all)
i only email you (and c)- sometimes ill throw my mom a line when i am drunk.
I love your site. I think it is real classy. I wish you luck :)
lvs
Posted by karen_kay on January 9, 2008, at 11:07:39
In reply to Sometimes when I post, posted by ClearSkies on January 8, 2008, at 11:46:51
you know, i love getting mail from you hun! and i certainly don't get a 'feel of it being spam.' i don't understand how anyone couldbe confused.
your passion certianly comes through. your sense of humour certainly comes through. i wish you could see yourself as i do hun (the dirty librarian with a wicked sense of humour! and thank you by the way! it's really great there's no 'deadline' or overdue fees :) we'd be broke if there was!!!!). i'm sorry if you feel others don't.
someone who loves you dearly,
kk
Posted by karen_kay on January 9, 2008, at 11:10:24
In reply to Sometimes when I post, posted by ClearSkies on January 8, 2008, at 11:46:51
i'm sorry if i've neglected you lately. it's something i do often to people, without even realizing it. i need to work on that. if itmakes you feel any better, i've been neglecting a whole lot of people? :(
((((((((cs)))))))) , who's certainly not to be mistaken for spam!!! (well, then again,i'd rub spam all over my body! wowsa, that's really dirty, but i bet it made you laugh!)
Posted by ClearSkies on January 9, 2008, at 11:11:17
In reply to Re: Sometimes when I post, posted by adelaide curtis on January 9, 2008, at 9:41:29
> sometimes i just have to tell people what i want.
> i have "given away" so many of my products in self promotion i am left feeling used when all i wanted was a little praise, or a future sale.
> posting here has left me bitter and sad..(so many miscommuications and images out that are not me at all)
> i only email you (and c)- sometimes ill throw my mom a line when i am drunk.
> I love your site. I think it is real classy. I wish you luck :)
> lvsWe talked about this in therapy yesterday, and I posted about it in my blog - about how my email to all those people was really a sign on my forehead saying, please "love me." Recognizing that makes it hurt no less, yet I have to be honest with myself, yes?
I love getting your emails. Sometimes I wish when I've thrown questions out there that they'd get thrown back at me (with an answer) - but when you email each other almost every single day like we do, it's probably inevitable that stuff gets lost between the cracks. Isn't it amazing that we've been doing this for so long? And isn't it an enriching part of our lives? I certainly think so!
I truly am sorry your experiences here have left you feeling bitter and sad. I think I moved through those feelings at some point, a couple of years ago maybe? when things became quite intense for me here. I kind of broke through, and it became somehow easier for me to walk away when I could recognize that I was starting to sink in too deep for me. It's had nothing to do with having things to do outside of babble, and everything to do with my inner life, in my head. Learning what my own limitations are, as far as how I'm able to participate in discussions here, has been a liberating experience for me. Knowing what I'm NOT capable of is as freeing as knowing what I AM capable of.
Thank you so much for your encouragement, AD, and for your help along the way.
CS
Posted by ClearSkies on January 9, 2008, at 12:16:10
In reply to one more thing... » ClearSkies, posted by karen_kay on January 9, 2008, at 11:10:24
> i'm sorry if i've neglected you lately. it's something i do often to people, without even realizing it. i need to work on that. if itmakes you feel any better, i've been neglecting a whole lot of people? :(
Nah, I'm not neglected - more like feeling really, really needy, and not liking it one bit! And also trying hard to be honest about that feeling for what it is. To give it a name so that it can't hide in a corner any more. My T reassures me that this will help. I didn't mean to point any fingers at anybody or imply that I'm waiting for emails. It was more like a realization that my necessity to do this self promotion for the business was making me really uncomfortable, and where was that coming from? And that's when I was able to see that me sending out emails was like saying to all those people that I wanted them to Love Me. Yikes.
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> ((((((((cs)))))))) , who's certainly not to be mistaken for spam!!! (well, then again,i'd rub spam all over my body! wowsa, that's really dirty, but i bet it made you laugh!)Yes, you sure have! thanks, sweetie.
CS
Posted by Poet on January 10, 2008, at 10:38:43
In reply to Sometimes when I post, posted by ClearSkies on January 8, 2008, at 11:46:51
Hi ClearSkies,
I promise to never mistake you for spam unless of course the next time I see you you are dressed in a rectangular can. I'm ducking. Don't throw anything valuable.
Poet
Posted by karen_kay on January 10, 2008, at 15:08:41
In reply to Re: Sometimes when I post » ClearSkies, posted by Poet on January 10, 2008, at 10:38:43
something cheap? how bout i throw myself at you? wanna get married?
Posted by Poet on January 10, 2008, at 16:10:33
In reply to throwing something at you » Poet, posted by karen_kay on January 10, 2008, at 15:08:41
Hi KK,
Well, I do like a good bargain, but alas I am already married. Maybe we could have a cheap affair?
Poet
Posted by MidnightBlue on January 11, 2008, at 1:11:14
In reply to Sometimes when I post, posted by ClearSkies on January 8, 2008, at 11:46:51
So what is in your online store?
MB
Posted by ClearSkies on January 11, 2008, at 7:29:41
In reply to Re: Sometimes when I post » ClearSkies, posted by MidnightBlue on January 11, 2008, at 1:11:14
> So what is in your online store?
>
> MBWe've tried to focus on glass, pottery, porcelain, and silver - but there are odd bits and pieces that keep appearing.
I sent you a babblemail about it.
Thanks for asking!CS
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