I’m sorry but this was bullshit. Bow.
Closing my blog because I was worried someone unworthy is reading it? Because of some unfounded suspicion, I decide to just cut it all off: the life-affirming comments, the awesome online friendship I worked so hard for to develop? The fear can’t possibly be worth it.
It’s just an effing blog. It’s just total bullshit to castrate an otherwise amazingly adverb-happy blog. If I meet me in person, I probably wouldn’t like me either. If I were someone I know and I came across this, I’d probably hate me twice as much. But that’s that. Let’s all be wise enough and use our university-educated heads and learn how to switch to another goddamned site if and when something awfully revealing assaults our pretty eyes.
WordPress is truly an amazing platform for my phoniness. It said to me after months of chickening out, Welcome Back, Holdencaulfieldisms. I can not help but weep. If WordPress were something huggable, I’d have hugged it so hard it would have had a hard-on even if it were straight. Which it obviously isn’t because what kind of a straight dude provides platforms for hopelessly fagggy wannabes who cultivate online friendship? Almost none.
Please understand that none of this was ever intended for gimmickry. There’s very little gimmickry involved, if any. I just got worried. The pretty eyes are probably directed towards something else as we speak.
I know that blogs are just supposed to be extensions of who we are. Somebody super Zen-like once told me that and I took that to heart. Because that’s the kind of blogger I am, the kind that almost always takes to heart some stranger’s attempt at wisdom. But the Boddhisatva wannabe’s claim proved to be very true. ‘Blog’ is not even recognized in Microsoft Word as a proper term. Blogs like fucked session are never meant to be taken seriously. I’m so very sorry that I did.
