Venting

... So I just received an anonymous email... Summoning it up, this anonymous was complaining that my blog is very "childish", and that I shouldn't be so shallow on my posts. Simply like that. o_O

So okay. Let's see if I understand. Someone - wh doesn't have the guts to show his/her face and uses the lazy anonymous ID - takes his/her precious time to email me, to say that he/she doesn't like my page. And so what?

To start with, this is my page. I can post about whatever I want. From the fart that the dog on the street uses to poison the air to my notorious boring migraines, from the sweet things my son says to his cute drawings he makes for me, I can post whatever I want to. My ruuuules... No one needs to come and visit my page, no one is under torture to stop by here and read my posts.

When I started this blog, I never had any intentions of sounding smart, intellectual, sophisticated, whatever. I am what I am, I'm simple, I'm not smarter that anyone else, I'm too clumsy to be sophisticated, and intellectual, pffft... I can't pretend to be who I am not.

I could blog about politics, since Brazil is a cradle of incredibly dirty politicians that stain our papers everyday, and it's a subject we learn to talk and discuss and argue about since almost childhood. We do have it at breakfast here. But as the blog title very obviously displays, here is all about "my days and nights as a Brazilian wiccan mom". I like to keep it simple. To come here and show my little witch's last adventures, last discoveries and challenges on our solitary path. I like to post about my witchcrafts, about the deities that are literally born everyday on my lap.

I do like to keep - except on rare occasions - these deep, "grown up" issues out of my blog garden... Although I love to read about them at my friends' pages, and to give my opinion when I feel it's worthy sharing my thoughts. Here this is my place to relax, to eventually vent - like now - and to read my beloved faithful insane readers's lovely words. Oh but don't you think that I expect to only read positive words, like a spoiled child who can't get a no as an answer, or can't stand the fact that I will not please everybody unanimously. I can bear healthy critiques. What I don't bear and I really don't deal well with is to open my email box and find a short, rude, pointless message, gods know from whom, saying that my page is not good enough for this soul. Frankly, pardon my language, but as I said on the second paragraph, instead of taking such precious time to type those miserable lines, simply fuck off my page, and get a life.