Promises, Promises…on April 7, 2012 at 2:16 pm
Words can hurt…
I’ve learned this fact fairly recently.
They can also inspire rage…
Another thing learned recently.
It appears I have enraged one of my readers… kind of by accident.
About a month or so ago, I came up with what seemed to be an awesome idea. I was going make a request on my Facebook Page to have people leave a one word comment. I would then, at some point, post an entry using every single word that was suggested.
I figured that I would get maybe…7 or 8 words to be used and that it would be a piece of cake.
I really need to stop figuring things.
The words started flying…
It was almost awe-inspiring. Words were left on my Blog’s Facebook, words were left on my personal Facebook. While browsing Wal-Mart, words were being stuck to my forehead with Post-It notes. I would awake in the morning to find carrier pigeons, sitting on my window sill, words wrapped around their tiny legs. Strangers would pass by me and whisper a word towards my ear. It was getting completely overwhelming.
Words on words on words on words
I like challenges, but this one was giving me a headache…. so, I formulated a plan.
I would “forget” to write the post…. and eventually people would forget my idiotic promise.
So I “forgot” and life went on. I didn’t hear too much regarding my abandoned post and I sure as heck wasn’t going to bring it up.
and I thought I had gotten away with it.
I hadn’t, though… Oh, Lord, I hadn’t
It only takes one person. One single person to rally against you so hard that you feel like the walls closing in around you…
She had provided her word and by-golly she was going to get her post. I tried my ignore tactic the best I could, however she was relentless. Her own personal battle had been waged against Kimberliah and all it stood for. She was not one to be ignored.
I would log on to my computer, at work, and my screen saver would be changed to a picture of Her Word. I would receive a phone call from a restricted number, upon answering all I would hear was the hoarse whispering of Her Word. I would exit my shower, only to find Her Word written into the steam on my bathroom mirror. I would be emptying my pant’s pockets on laundry day and pull out Her Word scrawled onto a bubble gum wrapper. I ate Chinese food one night, the paper that was released from my fortune cookie merely said Her Word. At one point, I swear I saw a small plane circling my block with a banner that read Her Word.
…and did I mention that we don’t even live in the SAME STATE??? In fact we are about as far across the United States from each other as 2 people could possibly be.
I think she finally broke me, though. I was trying to remain strong… But, when my kids came home from school, one day last week, all wearing T-Shirts with Her Word printed across the front, I knew I had to end this…. and end this I will.
I’m done, I surrender
Your post will be written, Annie-Rae
My next entry will detail Dickie’s somewhat newly found hatred of his old buddy, Justin Bieber.
I promise… and if I can’t make it come together, I guess this will be last post ever.
and by the way, A-R… knifingbieber is totally MORE than one word!