Ok, no I didn't. There were a few tears in my eyes, true, but saying that I cried myself to sleep is definitely hyperbolic. And I have to try and stop with the hyperbole, no matter how easily it comes to me when writing. And it does come easily-- almost as easy as my roommate freshman year.
For the astute readers, you've probably realized that I deleted yesterday's post, due to the incredibly unfortunate fact that the guy about whom the post was written found the blog and wasn't pleased by some of the things I wrote about him. It turns out that while I was busy googling him and finding his blog, he too was on google and found this blog. I guess the distinction between the me in real life and the me via the blog isn't as differentiated as I thought. Turns out, it's pretty easy to find this blog without much effort.
There's a reason why I don't like it when people I know in real life read the blog. Hell, sometimes I don't even like it that I've befriended people via AIM who read the blog. I hate having to censor myself, or make sure not to offend people, or to stay objective. As I've mentioned a few times in the past, I'm not going to let a few details such as the facts and the truth get in the way of a good story.
Was the guy in yesterday's post as bad as I made him out to be? No, of course not. But it made for a much better story, and story trumps everything. That's why I have absolutely no desire to be a journalist or reporter. I can't stay objective. Were my exagerations along the lines of A Million Little Pieces? No. I made up details, not storylines. It's like David Sedaris. Sure, his family are all quirky, but nowhere near the freaks they tend to be in his stories.
It must be difficult to find the blog of the guy you slept with and hoped to date, only to find that he's painted you as a bigoted alcoholic.
Am I sorry I wrote it? Yes. Would I be sorry if he didn't find out about it? Probably not. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. I'm sorry I hurt his feelings, not that I exaggerated to turn it into a better story. Was I able to tell the difference between being drunk with friends and sober self? Of course. Would the story have been as interesting with that distinction? I would guess not.
I don't know.
