Let's clear something up, just because the blog is titled "The Weekly Misanthrope" does not mean I've resolved within myself or to some higher power that I will update this weekly. Simply "The Weekly Misanthrope" rolls off the tongue easier than "The Intermittant Misanthrope." This is my blog and it will hold no real weight over me. This blog is my bitch and I will write when I feel like it whether that is bimonthly or biweekly if my self-loathing is running exceptionally high. Let it be known I don't really even like "blogging," I just need an outlet because my editor won't let me use the word "poontang." Apparently it isn't objective.
Now that we've cleared that up lets address something more important: we might not be friends and yes, I'm totally fine with that. The point of writing is for someone to read it; it's a dialogue, an expression of ideas. I won't be one of those absurd digital natives who posts their shopping list in some vapid attempt to superficially connect because they're otherwise incapable of true human contact. I'll write about what I deem to be important. I'll write about my current obsessions or beefs or whatever I think is wrong. If you don't agree with me about something: tell me, I invite you; get it off your chest. I believe in opposition, I believe in conflict. And we'll both feel a lot better if you say what you want. We writers don't do what we do to be popular, we do it so that A) our progeny won't be left sifting through petrified baskets trying to determine our intellect and B) to express human thought in an almost tangible manner.
So, let's raise another glass to the unforgiven and kick this mother off. I'll be drinking to my own health, feel free to do the same.
Unfaithfully yours,
Sousa
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