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The Swear Jar
11 years ago
Last night, I was very angry. Angry at people whom I should care about, but have lately been going out of their way to piss me the fuck off, so my patience for them is running a bit thin. This would be the part where I get into this long-winded rant about what happened, but this isn't an issue worth sympathizing over. However, I still feel the need to bitch into the void, but I would really hate to inconvenience all of you with having to put up with it. So, I thought, why not have everyone join in?
Ladies and gents, I present to you my Swear Jar. This journal is the place where you can vent all of your bottled up anger and frustration and keep it contained here. Feel free to be as vague or as specific as you like. You can even be as much of an asshole as you like too. Since I'm still an unknown on the site, there's a pretty big chance that nobody will ever find it; and if they do, odds are it would be months or even years after the fact.
Here are the rules:
1. No responding to anyone's rants. This journal is meant to help people vent. The rest of us are here to hold space for them. No judgement, and no conflict.
1a. Fighting: If Sarah bitches about John, and John finds out about it a week later, the ensuing comment war would be strictly forbidden. Fight it out within the privacy of notes, or if you'd like, I will set up a journal and the two squabblers would fight it out there. If requested, I would be willing to do my best to moderate it.
2. Whatever somebody divulges here, is their business. If it doesn't correlate to you, leave it alone. If it miraculously does correlate to you, I would still encourage you to leave it alone. If not, Rule 1.
3. If a posted rant is at least a month old, it is considered dead. Rules 1 and 2 are doubly encouraged with any dead rant.
This jar is open to all of my watchers. If a nonwatcher happens to find it, feel free to contribute too. Makes no difference to me really.
If there's something you would like to talk about privately, you can always send me a note. I am here for everyone.
Now, begin bitching.
Yours,
Lunarphase
Ladies and gents, I present to you my Swear Jar. This journal is the place where you can vent all of your bottled up anger and frustration and keep it contained here. Feel free to be as vague or as specific as you like. You can even be as much of an asshole as you like too. Since I'm still an unknown on the site, there's a pretty big chance that nobody will ever find it; and if they do, odds are it would be months or even years after the fact.
Here are the rules:
1. No responding to anyone's rants. This journal is meant to help people vent. The rest of us are here to hold space for them. No judgement, and no conflict.
1a. Fighting: If Sarah bitches about John, and John finds out about it a week later, the ensuing comment war would be strictly forbidden. Fight it out within the privacy of notes, or if you'd like, I will set up a journal and the two squabblers would fight it out there. If requested, I would be willing to do my best to moderate it.
2. Whatever somebody divulges here, is their business. If it doesn't correlate to you, leave it alone. If it miraculously does correlate to you, I would still encourage you to leave it alone. If not, Rule 1.
3. If a posted rant is at least a month old, it is considered dead. Rules 1 and 2 are doubly encouraged with any dead rant.
This jar is open to all of my watchers. If a nonwatcher happens to find it, feel free to contribute too. Makes no difference to me really.
If there's something you would like to talk about privately, you can always send me a note. I am here for everyone.
Now, begin bitching.
Yours,
Lunarphase
