Showing posts with label delete. Show all posts
Showing posts with label delete. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2008

After Effect...





After the DELETE brouhaha, I have already moved on.  I let out the steam that’s been building up from past experiences which made me scrutinize thoroughly those people who had been browsing my multiply pages.  Everything has been forgiven already, although it would take a long time when it comes to trusting some people from now on.

 

Apparently, my last post created awareness about customary dealings with contacts here in multiply.  It is a reflection of prevailing conditions in dealing with members within your network, the friendship that has gone sour, the resentment created, and the termination of what could have been a fruitful acquaintance.  X marks the spot, bull’s eye, hit the mark - call it what you want – the message I wanted to convey to all has been acknowledged by some of those who have seen and understand it.  I should have been gloating for all the encouragement and the congratulatory messages that have piled up in the comments, but I am not.

 

I noticed one thing in my page, aside from the confusion and the arguments within the thread replies.  I have been visited by the Customer Service Account of Multiply.  Call it paranoia or something, but as far as I have known, the Customer Service Account does not browse a particular page, unless somebody with malicious intent has reported it.  Earlier today, I discarded that notion since I think they just might want to check out how one such ordinary page from one ordinary guy will get about 400 + visits and 250 + comments, in just about half a day.  Maybe they just wanted to check out the instant internet traffic the page has created, or perhaps not.

 

It could have been that my title is of definite concern to them, since the formal intonation does attract attention immediately.  Or it could have been something else, some probability that I could not possibly accept, perhaps some retribution in my blog’s case, from people who may think that they were the object of the tirade that has been written beforehand.





I don’t know. You decide.