This is my 213th post. So on the Fahrenheit scale it’s just past boiling. You know, 212°F. Unfortunately there’s no hot water here, so you can’t even make yourself a stinkin’ cuppa tea. Sometimes I wonder why it is I go on blogging. Often, actually. This may not turn out to be one of those memorable posts, of which there have not been many, and for that I apologize. But let’s not start off on a somber note just because I can’t remember any of my memorable posts. Better reasons will be coming soon. This is going to be one of those posts that “writes itself” but not in a good way. 😦
There ought to be a name for this kind of post that some of us bloggers apologetically write once a year or so when we cannot think of anything to write about. I think fellow blogger birdpress captured the essence of this phenomenon with her recent post titled “Ennui”. I would hope that most of us know by now that this is OK. We don’t have to refund our readers’ money after all, now do we? It’s merely the pressure of the instantaneous interwebs that impinges on our normally placid, collected, and meditative states, urging us to not abandon our faithful reader, patiently waiting at the screen for new words.
Ennui captures this postless state pretty well. Birdpress’s webcam self-portrait illustrates this so nicely. We’re not sure what this is, but we do it anyway. We each have our own reasons for doing it, but I cannot help but feel there’s got to be something common that we’re all tapping in to. And this connection makes us feel a teeny tiny bit obligated to, and a sometimes larger bit sorry for, our readers. All 3 of them.
Note to self: Please stop writing notes to self.
Just click Publish.