A Morally Superior Word to You Know Who You Are

Ever have someone say this to you? "By the way, for someone who claims such moral and Christian superiority, you seem to have an issue with forgiveness. Not very Christ-like."?

I have.

. . . I suppose that's what I get for speaking my mind on my own blog about my troubled relationship with my sister, the one who stole from me and then refused to speak to me for three years (and counting).

. . . I suppose that's what I get for admitting that I am a Christian and for allowing my small corner of the blogosphere to glimpse into my life without glossing over the rough spots with Christian platitudes and phrases that ultimately mean nothing.

. . . I suppose that's what I get for allowing ridiculous anonymous comments to remain on my blog, even when the commenter calls me an "uptight bitch" and accuses me of the silliest behavior imaginable

. . . I suppose that's what I get when all I do is tease about the lack of punctuation and appropriate sentence structure instead of ripping her to shreds with a flick of my keyboard. I use what we like to call "self-control" rather than attack the character of the commenter in return. For all I know, the commenter is a disturbed mental patient and how fair would it be for me to assume that the commenter is a rational adult? (What rational adult would criticize a blogger anonymously with venom? Just move along to the next blog--there are 10 kajillion blogs in the world. Pick another one.) This is certainly not my only recourse, but generally, that's how I choose to handle the poor souls who stumble through my blog and anonymously offer their off-base, name-calling criticisms. Or I delete them. Depends on my mood.

Just one question, though. I did a search of my blog and couldn't find a single instance of my own gloating about my moral and Christian superiority, unless, of course, you count the time I mentioned how disappointed I was about Lance Armstrong's broken marriage. I stand by my own feelings . . . which, hello, this is my blog, the place where I deposit my own feelings and examine my own thoughts. If you are here looking for someone else's viewpoint, you are lost.

And if you are here, hoping to fix me, edify me, point out my flaws, I just have to say, why? Are you a therapist without a practice? A writer without a blog? A person without a real life?

And if you are here because you can't look away from my riveting prose, I say, ha! (And I know you can't look away. My statcounter tells me that.)

And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's because I'm talking to only one person who is a big fan of my blog, yet hides in the shadows when she throws her stink bombs. That, my friends, is despicable. One might even call it pathetic.

And it hurts my feelings. So go away.