I just got this email, from a random stranger. It was from some sort of e-card thing, with this message attached:
Meg: Have you been treated by a Psychiatrist? You seem to need one badly. Not only your writing on your websites shows you are a big baby, but you are a bit (maybe a lot) whacky, and too self righteous. I think you have more than what was that? CF? Consider dropping a visit to a pschiatrist, you might benefit from it. I am sorry you have this illness, but consider it urgent to get emotional help. It's only for your mental sake. After reading all you have writen online. specially4u
Hope you'll like it!
I don't know what to think when I read this. And for your information, I don't see a psychiatrist. And I don't feel the need to see one as I have this blog to vent through. Yeah, that's one of the whole main ideas for me creating this blog. (A second reason is to connect with other CFers and other wonderful people.)
I clicked on the link that followed the message, it was an e-card of a baby sitting in the middle of the screen, and pulls the message 'You did great, congratulations!' out of it's diaper. Riiiight. I think the whole point was because it was of a big baby sitting in the middle of the screen, and the woman's message said that she thinks I'm a big baby. I usually like it when I get emails from people who have read my blog, offering kind words, and they make me smile to think that someone has spent even just 5 minutes of thir day to write a kind message to someone they don't even know.
What do you think?
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