So very bad at confrontation...

My first public post in about two months. Those of you still on my Friends List will remember a post back then where I said...

I just defriended somebody off my Friends List. I've never done that before unless it was something like a dead journal or they had gone and defriended me first... it feels weird.

This guy, though... he's just... he makes me SO ANGRY! I like to fill my FL with people who are supportive and complimentary, and he's really not in either of those categories. He's very condescending in every reply he leaves. He's very fragile, so you have to word yourself around him very carefully for fear of him getting his nose all bent out of shape. No matter what it is I'm excited to post about, he's ready to shoot it down. I'm never sure if he MEANS to be this way or if it just comes naturally to him, but I just don't like him any more so he's GONE.

He sent me a personal e-mail that, no matter how i try to read it, comes off as "I know you're poor and I want to donate stuff to charity so I want you to come and get this stuff from me so you can sell it, but you have to spend that money on your FAMILY and not your geeky collections because you already have too much stuff that you waste your money on".

Kind of a "Okay Mr. Guy-By-The-Offramp-With-Cardboard-Sign... here's $5, but don't you go spending it on booze and drugs like I know you're going to do unless i tell you specifically not to!"

That pissed me off. I mean, REALLY pissed me off. But I decided to let it slide; he may have meant that I'm a charity case who wastes money in a *good* and *complimentary* way, right? So i decided against replying.

So yeah, I took The Cowards Way Out and hoped that he'd notice I had taken him off my FL so he would do the same and then I could go back to public posting, but it never happened. And so I've been hiding in the shadows of "Friends only" ever since, not wanting to confront him with my anger.

But today i realized that I'm really kind of past that now, and I just want my Journal to be public again. So instead of having a confrontation, i just banned him from my journal. He won't be able to comment here.

Not going to name names or anything because, well, I'm just done with it. If you try to reply to one of my posts and get a "You are not authorized" or something like that, then you'll know it was you. I really have no desire to "Talk about it", I'm not fishing for an apology or anything... I'm just *done*, okay?

There, enough Drama for today. Starting with the very next post, 98% more Hilarity and light-hearted tom-foolery!

So much faith in our Health Care System

We took Molly to the doctor yesterday for a follow-up to her Great Big Harbor View Medical Trauma Center Adventure of last week because the doctors THERE had told us to take her to a doctor if we noticed anything peculiar about her behavior in the next week or so.

She's been blinking/squinting A LOT since the fall. Like, closing her eyes TIGHT for a second three or four times in a row. Also, rubbing her head and tight-blinking after she wakes up in the morning and after her naps. And she hasn't got much of an appetite. So off to The Doctor we went!

This doctor was one we have not been to before; he was a small, young-looking man made to look even younger by the out-of-place goatee facial hair he had grown (or possibly applied that morning with a Magic Marker so the older kids would stop picking on him). He approached Molly with all the warmth of...

...Let's say that there's a 19-year-old Frat Boy who has gotten in to a singles bar and "Hooked-Up" with an attractive woman for the night. He goes home with her, does his Frat-Boy Lovin' thing, then attempts to gather his clothes and sneak out of the house before his "Date" wakes up and tries to make him breakfast with a side of Long-term Relationship. But as he's tip-toeing across the livingroom in his tighty-whitees and backwards baseball cap, he bumps in to the 6-year-old DAUGHTER of his "Date" sitting in front of her morning cartoons and eating Cheerio's from a Winnie the Pooh cereal bowl.

He approached Molly with all the warmth of that Frat-Boy confronting that 6-year-old girl. It was awkward to say the least... and this was a PEDIATRICIANS OFFICE!!!

He seemed very distracted, asked us the same questions 2 or three times each ("Does she seem to have developed any ticks since the fall? Mmm hmmm... and how about after the fall? Any ticks or abnormal behavior? i see... how about abnormal behavior?") and then sent us away with a "Well if she develops any abnormal behavior or ticks in the next week or so give us a call and we'll, uh, scan her or something just to make sure".

And with that he was gone, off to trade Pokemon cards with the rest of his little friends.

I think we need a second opinion.