It occurs to me that some regular readers of this blog might have read more of my words than they have of any other person, period.
Please pause to digest.
I post a lot, and my posts are pretty long. Just going back 2 months, for example, to November 16, I have posted 46,994 words. That’s longer than some novels. And that’s not even counting the comments. For those who read most posts, and for those who have been reading for a long time, chances are they’ve probably read dozens of books worth of material.
Please pause to digest.
Even if I am not at the top of your list, chances are I’m in the top 50 or top 10. Please ask yourself, is that something you’re comfortable with?
Is that something *I* am comfortable with?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not humble. I don’t think I’m a bad writer and I don’t think I’ve got nothing to say. But I’m also not so arrogant to think that I am in the top 50 or top 500,000 of people worth reading.
I take a “Why not?” approach to blogging. I write a lot because I like to, or, more accurately, because I feel a biological urge to empty my psychospiritual colon. And since I’ve got all these words written down, I think why not take (a lot) of them public? It encourages me to think about what I’m writing more carefully, and I am lucky enough to have some very smart readers who aren’t shy about telling me when I’m being dumb or just missing something important. I’ve even made some friends through this.
But those are selfish reasons. What’s in it for you? The feeling of having pretended to learn something? The feeling of having a one-way relationship in which you are an optional participant? Deep, penetrating insights about the Universe? Some mild amusement during your lunch hour?
I’m not forcing or really even encouraging anyone to read my goofy garbage, so I can’t be fully blamed for their choices, but I also can’t help but feel that I’m “enabling,” or something.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop posting goofy garbage. I’m not. I’m too selfish for that. I just wanted you to be fully informed of what you are doing.
P.S. – There’s a bite-sized alternative.
The culture that is Washington, D.C.
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