So I was considering posting something libelous, possibly including material copyrighted by someone else, and idiotic statements about easily researched subjects like the content of the first ten Amendments of the Constitution.
Because I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact that no one gives a rat’s shiny pink ass about what I’m saying. I don’t know why that is, but it’s clearly so.
And it makes me feel lonely.
You see, I have a perfectly good typewriter, a stack of notebooks, and at least 3 functional word-processing machines. I could use those to write in if my writing was a thing of entire introversion, and I didn’t want to share it. But I also have 2 twitter accounts, 4 blogs, a facebook account, and regular participation on several other people’s blogs. If I’m following you on twitter, and you link to a blog post, I go right over and read it. At least 3/4 of the time, I comment, and if I like it, I retweet it. I only retweet things I like, and have read.
My experience is, though, that you don’t talk back. Many of you don’t respond to comments on your blogs. Even the small readership of my twitter doesn’t follow the links I post back, or respond to them, as far as tracking permits me to see.
I don’t know what people are hoping to see. Maybe it’s just the lowest train-wrecks we notice, as we four-square along, reporting our daily errands. Maybe I’m just a casualty of the vast press of material which actually demands our attention, lost in the mass. Probably it’s just a combination of factors, none of them specific to me.
Still, it’s hard not to see it as my fault. And, either way, it feels lonely.
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