after a lackluster day in the inspirational sense, it just hit me like a sack of potted plants, ending in a shower of damp dirt and lost potential for growth.
people not reading my posts.
they feel the need to POINT it out. it’s a stab to my heartmeat.
“i haven’t been reading your blog/i can’t read your blog anymore.”
“it’s too long. too many pictures.”
“i’ve been deleting everybody from my blogroll anyway. whatever.”
“so i haven’t been reading your blog lately, what’s new?”
“i just usually look at the pictures.”
have you ever gotten this?
well it hurts. but then i realize they wouldn’t say it just to be mean, would they? could they? should they? but then, i was like ‘man, writing is a self-indulgence in itself.’ i like to pretend i have this audience that licks up my words like fingers after cake frosting application but really, who has the time?
i don’t mind so much anymore. self-absorption bubble. pop away! i dare you! the fact that most people have a second to reach out of their ego shower to get a toweling-off (this is not meant to sound sexual) from the outside world is refreshing in and of itself. i’ll take handouts! money for beer!
“you need to take a good look at yourself!
talkin funny and lookin funny and talkin bout NOBODY LOVES ME
YOU MAKE YOURSELF LOOK BAD!!!
ung!”
~”Help Me Somebody” by david byrne & brian eno + reverend paul morton as interpreted by dan mash
when they lick, they ain’t lickin up words like fingers of frosting.>>they’re lickin up something else.>>>i thought you would have felt it.
No, I haven’t got that … People just dissappear from my blog. But it really doesn’t bother me who’s reading my blog, who’s not. Really, I simply don’t care.>>As for your blog … I’ve been lapping it up 🙂 Genuinely funny. Your choice of these pics is amazing along with the comments. I sometimes fwd these (in a separate email) to my gang, and let me tell you — they love it!>>Write on gal!
that’s fucked up that you also know dan. anyway he’s said that line to me before and i think it’s JUDGE not “loves.”>>he’s been gone for a while, i thought.
what I get is email that says “I read your blog, but don’t have time to comment.”.. and this from close friends. >>It wouldn’t take any longer to make a brief comment in my blog than to write that they can’t in an email, yanno?>>Oh well. I’ve never been clear about why I’m blogging. I started as a way of writing for fun during a really brutal drudge of a contract assignment. I’m not sure I need readers but yeah it can feel like talking to yourself in an empty room. bleh. >>Since we’re talking about blog irritations on the flipside it bugs me to death when I comment in someone else’s blog (never yours, A!) and get no response at all–once or twice okay, but consistently? Very sucky.>>I think those of us that read your blog are the lucky ones in on a little secret funny piece of coolness. yep.
anon — keep in line! yes you have been gone for awhile. >>yoda — how can you not care?! man, i guess you’re just not an attention whore like myself. >>dink — you are my shining star not-so-secret reader of joy!
I feel the blog bruise, but I have stalkers. A few guys who creep me out. I, too, need to make new friends–but dammit, it’s hot and people are even more miserable than they were before.