I don’t know why I ever attempt to reach out or interact with the human population, online or in real life. Everyone has their hand raised, but none of you have anything to say. The internet is so quiet, like a tomb. Yet there seems to be endless chatter. Is it just bots talking to each other? No one’s talking to me, that’s for sure. One or two people out of hundreds will say something genuine every once in a great while. I got some very helpful advice this morning from one, solitary, thoughtful reader, after literally begging people to comment and give me some helpful feedback, and getting nothing but crickets. So I’m just going to focus on making this site as good as it can be, and ditch Cara and Instagram the way I ditched FB and Twits (or whatever it is now).
I shouldn’t be contemplating such things on a Monday morning, but I like to process icky feelings quickly. I’m really just wasting my time trying to get constructive feedback online, because since everyone is an expert now, nobody actually knows what the fuck they’re talking about anymore. Nobody can relate to anybody, even though we’re all going through the same bullshit.
I’m sorry, folks, now I’m just INFJ-ing all over the place. See what I did there? I’m assuming there’s an audience. I need to behave as if I’m playing to an empty venue. Fuck it. The world is on fire, and I’m trying to give you something shiny to look at for a while to distract you from it, because there is nothing you can do. You are here, presumably. You may read, presumably. I hope you enjoy it, and I wish you’d let me know if you did. But in true Gen-X fashion, I don’t fucking care if you don’t.
And to anyone who actually does read this and enjoy it, YOU’RE WELCOME!
