Thursday 30 June 2011

What I Want

I don't want to be mad at people for using Moderator Approvals on comments. How silly.
I don't want to be sad about losing Alexander. I want to be happy that he lived.
I don't want to wish away his existence because his loss hurts too much. Seriously, did I just write that?

I want what I can't have.

Wednesday 22 June 2011

It Sucks to Be Me

I should have titled this "If I were someone else, I would think that it would suck to be me".

I say that because today I read about a new life. A child being born.

Problem is, that they were born prematurely and a lot of us know how that can turn out...

And that's the kind of statement that makes me think that other people would think it must suck to be me.

This isn't the first time I've thought that someone would die (the moment that they're alive). Heck, I think it all the time with kids of all ages (yep, right up into adulthood and beyond, I don't discriminate against death, it's for everyone).

More importantly (than what other people think) is what do I think. Well, I think that it sucks that the first thing I think about when I hear that someone has been born is that they're going to die... soon.

Seeing as I don't have any condition that would limit me from thinking differently, the question becomes, what am I going to do about it.

And that's just it, I don't know.

I write lists, about all the things that I have to be thankful for. Time and time again, I come back to my other list, all the things that I have lost. Thankfully it's a short one with only one entry; Alexander.

That one item is pretty powerful and has taken over my life. I'd like to pretend that it hasn't but I think about what I don't have A LOT of the time. There are glimpses of true happiness but they are immediately followed by sorrow, missing Alexander.

I need a new way of looking at things.

Reading other BLM blogs really helps me figure out where I am (or where I'm not if that makes sense). A recent post suggested that sometimes (perhaps) one needs to step away from the community for awhile to get some clarity.

Am I using all of you as a crutch or as a vital lifeline? Like if I didn't have you, it would really suck to be me?

Sunday 19 June 2011

Awaiting Moderator Approval

What is up with comments requiring "Moderator Approval"?

Is it to protect themselves from hurtful, cruel, trolls?

If that's the case, I can't see how they're fulfilling their goal. You see, they have to read all the posts before they get posted hence nullifying their ability to protect themselves from said hurtful posts.

Whereas, if they allowed people to comment to their hearts content, and didn't like what they've said, they can delete it. Less work, same outcome.

Regardless, both require them to read the comment.

I'm not one to comment but every once in a while I get up the guts. I don't usually check for a reply or response to my comment unless I specifically ask a question. However, when it's one of those "awaiting moderator approval", I always bookmark it.

Recently, my comment didn't measure up. She didn't approve it.

Maybe it's for control. Maybe they want to make sure that they read all the comments from their loyal followers. Maybe they don't know that Blogger can automatically send them an email when a comment is left. Maybe I'm missing something.

Did she just not see it (is that even possible)? Or, was it just not good enough? After submitting my comment I received a message that stated "Your comment was saved and is Waiting for Moderator Approval" so I know that it was received somewhere...

I know that I shouldn't let it bother me but it does.

Friday 17 June 2011

In or Out?

So I've had tons of post ideas circling in my head for weeks (it's pretty busy in there) but I haven't posted anything.

I always get started and then can't figure out what I'm "really" trying to say.

This post started out about wanting to ask you for the recommendation of an educational video tape (with singing, dancing and/or music, amongst other things) for kids under three.

Then I thought, don't do that (the horror).

Then I came up with a whole bunch of excuses reasons why I needed to post about it; I have another blog but only my family looks at it. I'd tried to Google things but it's hard to search for something that you don't know exists. I could email some people but most I know have kids younger or are in high school.

And then I thought that maybe I don't have enough (in real life) friends (totally another post and unrelated, or is it?).

Then I heard some of you talking to me from my left shoulder (not really, at least not yet) saying "Fuck those that don't understand" that "aren't supportive". "Deal with your grief your way".

And from the right I was hearing, "People come here to hear about life with loss not videotapes" and "Here we go again, that kind of insensitive talk is exactly what got you kicked out of the Infertile Club".

Through all the fucked up disjointed (yet connected) thoughts I kept coming back to the fear that I would be thrown out of the "BLM Club". (Never thought I'd say that, smile).

So, now that I've done it (posted about videotapes), am I In or Out?

P.S. I now realize that my fear of mentioning videotapes was just a metaphor for the fear that I have regarding all the other things going on in my head.

P.P.S. If you happen to have any recommendations, I'd really appreciate it. I don't know anything about anything (to do with videos) so feel free to educate me. Or just educate me in general.