Isn't it just about inevitable, you just get back from a great vacation on the beach in Mexico, and you're on this emotional high. Of course there's going to be something/someone there waiting to bust your buble.

"I say, not now, You cannot bring me down / I won't lose this time / It's time to draw the line"
- Live For You Tonight by Everyday Sunday

So I get home, unpack, shower, etc. And I'm sitting online, talking with a couple folks about my trip and whatnot. On comes Beth, asking me about this anonymous poster to her journal that's apparently turned her to paranoid. Yes, I do know who this person is. Beth has asked me before who they are, and I refused, and will continue to refuse to tell her because it was anonymous in the first place, that person confided in me their identity, and it's not my place to give that information out without good reason.

Apparently she thinks I'm playing games with her. I don't really understand that, all I've ever done is refuse to give up this person's identity, I didn't dangle it out in front of her or anything of that nature.

Furthermore, if you were to read this person's posts (http://www.livejournal.com/users/betheliz/130750.html - some may have been removed/edited by beth) - you'd realize that this person was not personally attacking anybody, but rather their thoughts and logic. Now I didn't read every word of every post, as there were *far* too many of them, but you can get the idea if you choose to. In my opinion, nobody has taken any effort to make her feel uncomfortable, she's just being paranoid.

But, I did my best to shove all this aside and forget about it, at least until now. Why should I let someone else bring me down when I've had a wonderful weekend? Exactly, I shouldn't.