A Protest!

I really don’t want to write this, but it’s gotten out of hand.

As you’ve probably noticed, I’ve been writing less and less of my personal life and thoughts on this blog, but not without reason. It’s come to my attention that some people are reading my blog and using it against me, attacking me and trying to interfere with how I live my life. And worse: these people are supposed to be your close relatives and friends.

Example: I went to France to help my mother friend. That lead to rumours that I’m supposed to be having a (sexual) affair with this friend. I cannot say how ridiculous and utterly immature this kind of thought is, but it does make me wonder why I bother to even write. Do people really have a wild imagination, or do they just enjoy to think terribly of other people? Do people really have nothing better to do than try to interfere in other people's lives, or are they just plain naive?

When I heard those rumours I was very disappointed: how sad and loveless we have become as a society and race when one person cannot help another simply out of kindness and not be accused of having some other ulterior motive?

I’ll say this much: I write about my experiences and personal thoughts, because I have nothing to hide. I know I’m not doing anything immoral or hurting anyone. I simply want to share what I see as beautiful experiences (in beautiful words), in the hope that perhaps others will be touched by the many things that life and this world has to offer.

If there’s anything, it’s those people who read and then jump to ludicrous conclusions and spread groundless gossip who seriously have problems. You can only wonder (and tremble at) what their dirty little and closed-off minds are thinking everyday.

I wrote this before, and I’ll write this again:
Please don't use my blog as a source for gossip and rumour-spreading.
I can't stop you from reading, but please also don't stop me from writing.

I can write, but I can also not write.