No-one gives a shit about your blog. It's official. There was a meeting. Didn't you get the memo? Nobody cares what you think. It's no longer a secret. No-one has to fake an interest in your problems, read your posts, click your affiliate links, look at 'cute' pictures of your cats, or listen to what you have to say. Life is short. People are busy. Leave them alone.
Oh, we know you've had your suspicions. But now, the cat is out of the bag and talking to the press. The world has had enough of you. Your friends are in on it too. They even paid someone to spell it out to you in words that you'd understand. And, because you're so pretentious, they insisted that he write it as a poem:
We Who Are Your Closest Friends Philip Lopate, 1943
we who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a group to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting you adrift
your analyst is in on it plus your boyfriend and your ex-husband and we have pledged to disappoint you as long as you need us
in announcing our association we realize we have placed in your hands a possible antidote against uncertainty indeed against ourselves but since our Thursday nights have brought us to a community of purpose rare in itself with you as the natural center we feel hopeful you will continue to make unreasonable demands for affection if not as a consequence of your disastrous personality
then for the good of the collective
— Phillip Lopate
Don't worry what people think about you. Most of the time — they don't. The world doesn't give a shit about your opinions, but that doesn't stop you from having them. And when I say you, I also mean me. The world is full of opinionated assholes. Discuss.
Writers are miserable when not writing. Writers are also miserable when writing, but at least that's more productive. Writers write, right? And when it comes to blogging, there's a very thin line between self-expression and self-indulgence which you'll probably cross on a regular basis. It doesn't matter. Just write. Stop looking for hugs.
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