Sorry its been a while, but i have to be honest. I’m thinking about breaking up with you. We knew this was a low probability relationship from the beginning. I was in a bad place at the time and so I signed up for you, thinking you’d help me. I intended to use you for a little societal adviertising. Throw up a couple of billboards about the wonders of me. But blog, I don’t like where that road leads.
I’m not saying I’m above you in any way. Don’t make this a class thing. Some of my very favorite people see blogs like you all the time. I just can’t be seen with you. I’m not saying it’s right, but that’s the way it is. I have some pretty high/absurd ideas in my own head about the way the world works— How we’re losing ourselves the easier it becomes to communicate— How we need to instead connect with the things that keep us honest in our little global village. Bed making and food coooking and whatnot.
And you just don’t fit in to that vision, blog.
I’m still open to being with you. Form does not dictate content. But then again if you only hang out with stormtroopers, then god damn it, you’re going to work for the empire. On the other hand, Skywalker had to know Moisture farmers to know that he wasn’t one. I’m grateful for our time togethor.
Tell you what, let’s take it easy for a while. I’ll make more of an effort to see you if you’re willing to keep me from posting self serving bullshit. Sound good?
Good. Now let’s get out of this coffee shop and get some pad thai.