What is Askimet?
Some kind of spam filter, I gather. I was checking out my stats and clicked on the 374 comments it tagged as spam and was overwhelmed by a feeling of well-being. So what if it is just a bunch of dirty spammers looking for a nibble? They have such nice things to say about my blog!
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My Askimet filter box is full of ego snacks, always waiting to brighten my day. Who needs real friends when you can have imaginary ones? Fortunately I have some really good real ones. I wandered down to The Laughing Goat for the $1 early bird Americano and ran into Johnny. I felt grateful that a lovely conversation and a cup of coffee can be had at 7am on a Sunday morning.
There’s lots of people I feel that way about; people who like to solve problems and want to know why we do the things we do. I only really discovered them after I started purging even though I’ve known some of them for years. It’s kind of like that awesome letter I found buried in a folder of old receipts. It was there all along.
Letting go of people is hard. I’m the type that is tortured by the fact that someone might not like me and I’ve made bad choices in order to keep people in my life. I don’t believe that one should be mercenary about friendships, but life is short.
This is a quasi day-off so I’m doing another ten files from my cabinet of doom, maybe I’ll find something awesome in there.