My Opinion Is Mine and You Can't Make Me Take It Back

After two years of keeping silent and being unaware of which version and whose side of the story people would believe, I am a bit appalled. Clearly, the versions have been told and retold, tweaked and exaggerated to everyone's liking. With each retelling, I've been introduced and now will be known as the antagonist of a sad story that hasn't reached its end.

She's happy where she is and so am I. She's a successful blogger (she has a Blogspot account); working as hard as she could to be able to shell out money to pay the rent and the bills. As any person would, she's happiest whenever present in the company of friends.

I blog but I'm not recognized by netizens as a certified blogger. I blog about anything that pops up in my head. I do not do this to please my readers and those who happened to stumble upon my sites. Rather, I blog for these reasons:

• to express myself and share my daily ramblings to nosy, bored people who matter to me
• to fulfill the requirement of my psychiatrist (this was the case 7 years ago)
• because I want to say what I want to and I don't care what you may think of me just as much as I don't care what you say about me.

My long overdue reflection on what transpired is simply that you cannot expect everyone to share the same values as yours. They weren't brought up in the same household, they're not among your family and even if they were, each person is different. Our differences are what makes us human and the acquisition of a conscience separates us from other living entities.

If you can't handle the heat, better not to carry a matchstick with you. Possession of a lighter or anything that can only add fuel to the fire may mean your an accessory to a crime you didn't commit. In the court of Life, God, the Almighty is the Judge. We can either be the assailant, the prosecutors or the people vs. a certain someone whom the community is ashamed of.

Read my blog title. Now, you can't say you weren't informed beforehand.