OK. So I’ve been occasionally forced to comment on my own posts. And now I’m writing a post about it. I started this blog nearly a year ago doing this very thing. I try not to use the word “I” too much, but I can’t help it now, since I have been forced to comment on my own thoughts which I’ve deemed worthy of sharing with you, Internet. That you don’t respond is not my problem. I can comment myself. Sort of like the way Popeye mutters that insane crap under his breath. What the hell have I got to lose?? It had to be done, so I did it. Autocommentarianism.
Every day I ask myself, is it wrong to be so self-absorbed?
(nyuk nyuk nyuk!)
“Hell NO!”, I then tell myself. It’s not like I’m ignoring the other players who are part of my autobigraphical film-within-a-film, which I’m shooting 24/7/365.25. They all have speaking roles, and almost always have more lines than I do … Self-absorption is the “Prime Directive”. And it’s something that we all share- deep down inside …
People tell me that I’m indecisive, but I don’t know …
A well written yet self-absorbed blog post resonates because it’s real, it’s personal, like pages from a diary. A real person’s real thoughts. Blogging is the most brilliant way yet invented to let us turn the pages together, profane and profound alike.
So I’ll keep posting my vacuous thoughts. Making a fool of myself is something that I’m pretty good at. And if you can’t use your talents to make money, just remember this: Money don’t pay the bills y’know! Oh, wait, I guess it does. Never mind.
But blogging is still fun. I’m certainly not the only blogger pumping out useless crap. Sharing this way is like putting your face into that watery membrane of the Stargate sci fi shows. Only instead of looking into a transdimensional wormhole, you’re looking at and sharing the thoughts of other people from all over the world. And maybe seeing the back of your own head.
Thanks and god bless you, Internet!