Blogging is an egotistical activity, and it’s also more than a little masturbatory.
I have endeavored to always be honest with you and with myself about that. I wrote a whole post on it once. I like getting compliments on what I put up here. I like looking at my logs and watching my daily numbers increase. If I didn’t give a damn what you thought, I’d have a journal, not a blog.
All of that said, if it ever seems to you that I’m writing posts that are excessively and purposely designed just for you to respond and tell me how wonderful I am, particularly in the face of adversity, then please let me know. I think that’s really pathetic, and I don’t want to do it even once, much less habitually.
All right, then. That’s all I intend to say about my latest lapse into smoking polemic crack. I don’t know why I picked the pipe up again, but I’m putting it down now.
Special thanks to Saintseester, who has a genuine gift for clarity and candor, for helping me put words to my thoughts—mostly 160 characters at a time on our mobile phones.