I caved. I deleted. The post I published yesterday is gone.
Call me chicken, call me weak, but I realized that was her space…and this is mine. It relfects who I am. All my karmic dog-walking and weed-pulling don’t mean squat if I’m one of those people who talks about someone once she’s left the room. I don’t want to be one of those people.
Peace.
Small Town. Small Times. 
🙂
Hey, I don’t know what you said, but here’s how I see it… It’s your blog. Period. Write what you want, delete what you want. Whatever makes you happy and comfortable in your little corner of the web.
Thank you. I’m much happier and more comfortable with it deleted. Wouldn’t it be great if we could just hit “delete” in our real lives?
I think I missed it, which I’m a little sad about because deep-down, I love the gossip. But whatever it takes to keep your karma in balance is worth a little pain on my part.
(I say “I think I missed it” because I don’t remember a post. But my memory is so shot these days that it’s possible I commented on it, but then blocked it from my memory. It’s not you. It’s me.)
Believe me — my shallow, jealous, whiny post was also be very forgetable.
And I too, enjoy a little gossip. This wasn’t gossip, but if you have gossip, by all means…