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Jeff | Sep 23, 2008 | Comments 12
To all readers: I am not responsible for the content of any of the comments left on posts other than the ones I personally author. The opinions expressed in those comments are not my own – but some of them sure are fuckin’ funny!
I don’t mind the wars that ensue between my blog readers. It adds a certain entertainment value to the blog and gives readers something to marvel at. Just remember – I am the author of the posts, and any comments that I make will have my picture next to them, my ‘endorsement’ if you must. (You know, like the political campaign ads – “I’m Jeff Dembinski, and I approve this comment.”)
I might have to find a WordPress template the displays some of the comments on the main page rather than making the reader click on the ‘comments’ section or view the individual post. Some of the comments are more entertaining than my actual post!!
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My thoughts to Skyy took all of five minutes to write. The only distinctions in my note to him (as compared to others I’ve written in the past) were some equations I incorporated into my letter. Again, these formulas came from the advanced Calculus I remembered off the top of my head, nothing more. I thought what I wrote was hilarious and was proud of myself because the purpose of the Jeff’s blog (as you will see later) is to have fun! The problem came when I tried to merge the formulas into Jeff’s web blog, for they did not carry over. Since I don’t have an email address for Skyy, I asked either Coley or Jeff whether they could forward my correspondence to Skyy. This was the response I received from Coley:
“NO!
Nobody wants to hear a bunch of overthought, irrational shit. They are blog entries that are meant for fun, that’s it. The rest of us post and go on with our lives. Use your blog as you see fit. If you can’t reply on Jeffs blog then email Jeff that you’re having technical issue on his blog so he can fix it, but stop dragging other people who aren’t interested into your mess. If you want to email me, email me, don’t copy Jeff then say you did it to hear from me. My friends don’t want to hear this crap anymore than I do. All of us live far more than you do. You think we go to clubs, see Sex and They City and play on our Blackberrys and we do. But we also go for walks ALL over this city, have been to museums, go to dinner and enjoyed what “we like” this city has to offer. Since you sit in judgement of us and our choices why do look at our blogs, call people who don’t call you and want to spend time with us? Maybe YOU need to find like minded people to socialize with instead of inviting yourself somewhere to be with people who watch Sex and…, go to clubs and type on Blackberrys. Your problem is you’re the ONLY one who doesn’t undertand MINE and Jefferys relationship (my 60 year old Mother saw the entry and laughed) EVERYBODY elese does and if they don’t they could care less.
None of your equations will ever be potent because nobody cares but you. Let it go, you’re becoming a joke.”
Coley completely missed the point of my entry, and was very ugly in the process. He asked, “why do [you] look at our blogs?” I don’t mind to tell the world that it was Coley who sat at my dining room table and begged me to be a subscriber to his uninspiring blog page because he wanted to have more subscribers than Jeff. As a friend, I felt obligated to read most of his entries, but after reading this ugly passage, take me off your subscriber list, Coley. The more I think about it, this is a man who has needed me far more than I have ever needed him. I have helped him so many times it isn’t funny. For example on August 13, 2003, Mr. Coley came to me and asked for a favor. I helped him without blinking an eye, and I have never pursued it because he was my friend Coley. And, on March 15, 2004, Mr. Coley asked for another favor; guess what, I was there for him. I have never asked for anything in return. Oh, and last year when I did not own a car, I walked for two miles with a birthday gift in hand just to spend time with Coley. I was one of only three “friends” who showed up to spend time with him. And what did he do for my birthday? I received a phone call, that’s it. And, earlier this year when he needed boxes and such to help him move, who went to his job on a Saturday to find boxes because Coley wasn’t prepared to move. Who donated his books and such to the library (things he was going to throw away) so others can benefit from the Joyce Myers books and the countless Videos and music CDs. You guessed it, me. I could continue, but he has made me very livid.
Finally, on October 11th, I am visiting New York, and one of the things I wanted to do was give Coley a birthday gift I purchased when I found out that he wanted a shirt that had Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman on it. Tomorrow that shirt is going to the store where I found it, and on October 11th, I will not go out of my way to spend time with Coley because I know he does not value my friendship (at this point I wonder whether he ever did).
There is a saying where I am from about a pot and a kettle, well, this applies. You’re right Coley, I need to let you go because while I am becoming a joke, you are a joke. You know, I should have seen this coming, but after 16 years of friendship, I suppose I was settled. I wish to retract my subscription from Reinvention of a Virginia Native.
I am not taking sides, as I do not know either one of you. However, maybe something was taken out of context. Maybe Coley felt attacked, when that might not have been the attempt of the blog posting. If so, it would be understandable why Coley would react how he did. He may have misunderstood the point trying to be made. In that case, both accept blame for their own part and move on from there. Don’t let a BLOG comment ruin something you might wish you could have back in the future.
Please don’t get upset with me. I am just an impartial person hoping to assist in saving a friendship.
Good luck to both of you!
Love, Jeff
You’re right Colleen, I need to cool down for a long while and in the meantime I must reevaluate my relationship with Mr. Coley. Let it go, Coley.