Welcome to Sunday morning Friday Feedback!
I want to thank the numerous readers for responding via comments, private emails and phone calls to Friday’s blog about some anonymous hate mail.
One thing I’ve learned over the past couple of years is that sometimes the people you know the least will show you the most support during trying times. Your messages were funny, smart, and encouraging.
When I woke up this morning I read through them all again and realized that although I am humbled by your responses, I won’t give time and space to trolls any longer.
Anyone who writes me or anybody else in my family without the guts to sign their name has not earned a coveted spot here. No chickenshits allowed!
Doing the analysis of the letter was fun, because observing someone step on their dick so many times in three sentences was highly amusing. Still, I have more pressing matters to attend to and this crap is just background noise.
What’s interesting is I’ve made a conscious effort not to write about any specific lawyers or cases lately, as those of you who are pissed at me because I’ve paused “Anatomy of a Disaster” are well aware. I think the letter came because narcissists cannot exist without an audience – we all are oxygen to them – and being written about critically was preferable to not being written about at all.
I produced the reaction this narcissist so deeply needs, thereby stroking his or her ego and giving them my attention when they really don’t deserve it.
For these reasons I have set Friday’s post to “private.” If you’d like to read it just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll send it to you.
Stay tuned this week for musings on divorce regrets, falling off the wagon (ouch!), and what to do when your miserable married friends won’t stop telling you their problems since you divorced and found happiness.