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Deleted and Dejected

Oh sweet rejection how I’ve missed you so.

One thing about just not playing the game is one doesn’t have to suffer from the rejection. One of these days I am just gonna stop caring about getting laid, about falling in love, about all of it.

My long weekend ended already and not with a bang.

It was just not meant to be, no even for a long weekend.

Even though there was a lovely slow lingering blow job– which culminated in a sweet cum between my tits followed by a much needed orgasim for me at the hands of another. When morning came it was different I wanted more, he did not– it was not me he had his mind on, or it could have been just straight up buyers remorse. Regardless of what it was– I left early this morning– fighting back those familiar tears of rejection and impending aloneness.

Although maybe I’m just sad because my Instagram account was deleted, for once again, TOS violations. It could be the Facebook acquisition that put me over the edge, but I was pretty tame on this site– I loved the intimacy and connection made with people, catching glimpses of someone else’s life. It is a good reminder to back your images up– about a ¼ of the way through using instagram I connected it to Dropbox, so every shot was saved, but those first few 100 shots are not and are now gone as is all of the shots I “liked” and comments left and made. On ZD Ned- Violet Blue offers alternatives to IG and backup method– do it now before your account is deleted.

It was probably the image of the man and woman in the bathtub from the book Where Did I Come From that put me over the edge. Fuck– I loved Instagram– now I really am going to cry.

Going back to bed.

© Copyright 2012 Library Vixen, All rights Reserved. Written For: Library Vixen
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9 Responses to “Deleted and Dejected”
  1. Vixen — So very sorry for your loss!

    You’ve reminded me that I’m not nearly over having lost several thousands of my own photos a few months back — nothing related to Instagram or anything online, but nonetheless pictures taken and stored and then lost forever. The pain and rage and frustration at the futility of frustration over that loss… all of it still there, just beneath the skin, waiting to surface at the sound of someone else similarly suffering.

    I don’t know if I have a real concept of how you’re feeling… but I do wish you the best in having the time and space (physical, emotional, mental, and otherwise) to grieve as you need to do. Cry it out, sleep it off, fuck the pain away if that’s what works — take care of *you* as much as you can!

  2. khavren says:

    It’s hard for me to imagine how life was like 50 years ago when we didn’t have this capabiltiy for photo recording our lives, when memory alone with all it’s faults was all that could be used.

  3. J says:

    Vixen,

    Rejection is hard, even if you were not really all that interested yourself. There is nothing anyone can say to make it hurt less.

    But whatever you do, don’t settle. You deserve to find what you need.

  4. Hubman says:

    I’m sorry to hear about the rejection, it’s a fact of life sometimes but that certainly doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

  5. Old Hawg says:

    Don’t let the bastards get the best of you Vixen. Most of us need you to continue with your publishing. It is great and as I stated before, I, for one, enjoy everything you have put out and will continue follow as long as you lead.

  6. T says:

    But you do what you need to do with what you have. Morning after syndrome strikes in differing degrees every single time yes? I don’t think you regret it, just a tad. It’s fleeting like everything. Put it back on the shelf until you’re ready to take it down again.

  7. Vox says:

    I’m not sure, but I think everyone tends to guage a certain measure of their self worth via the approval of others. I know I do. Hate it, wish I could lay off that shit, and truth be known, I’m kind of embarrassed admitting it, but there you go. Anyway, got a little swat with the rejection stick myself, a little bit ago, and yeah it was a real stinger for a while, but eventually it was another case of “Fuck it. There’s too much else going on, right?” Once again, Thanks for sharing, M’lady.

  8. Daisy says:

    That photo is from the book that my parents gave me to learn about sex… I’ll recognize those sexy cartoons forever.

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