Poke At Your Own Risk
Lookit, it's been a week (a month? a period of time) of last straws. Sometimes it only takes that one extra molecule to be The One That Tips The Cart. It's not just the blog, it's a lot of other things, too. I'm just absolutely fed up with some of the crap. Perhaps this running thing is making me [even] meaner and just a touch on edge, and now on top of it all, I seem to have a sprained (?) ankle. Lovely.
On the topic of the blog: There are some people who should not read here. This has come up once or twice before. They don't understand the medium, they don't understand me. They think it's all about them. Their eyes are too sensitive for the way I write, and it has nothing to do with them. And I am pissed off.
I wish they would go away, but meddlers just can't stop being meddlers, and they don't seem to leave, even though I apparently offend their sensibilities.
Most of the time, it's no big deal. I mutter "F.U." under my breath and I carry on. It doesn't even register as a blip on my radar. But when it's a Last Straw Week, I just have to say it out loud. And then I might just have to break something. So here in this instance, you could say I'm symbolically breaking the blog for a bit so I don't end up putting somebody's eyes out or something.
Sadly, this might make all the good and friendly and supportive readers feel like I'm punishing them or that I'm talking about them (the ones who are on the same page, the ones who are my dear friends in real life and virtually, and who understand blogs and understand humor and metaphor and rhetoric and hyperbole and self-expression, the ones who aren't going to pick apart everything I write and turn it into something it isn't).
As always, the ones to whom a criticism is directed are the ones who just don't get it.
Do not take from this that the terrorists and the busybodies have won. Oh, no. You know I'll probably be back. I'm just taking a rest.
After I rest, I might just come out a-roarin'. So watch out.
In the meantime, meddling busybodies are kindly invited to go find something else to worry about and gossip about, and forget about this blog. I'd appreciate it. Thanks.