You know, it is really hard at times to come up with something to write about on a blog. You will read things from make sure all of your content is yours and unique. Other things you read about is how to keep your readers interested in what you are witting about.
This to my surprise is harder than one might think. When you really do not want to bore people with the fact that you went and took an hour dump at work, so that you could catch up on reading because you don’t have time for it otherwise. No one wants to hear about that. Well they might, but I wouldn’t think that a large number of people would.
Another thing is, you really have to be entertaining to people. If they read something and it is a dud, then they will pass right over your blog. I know it happens, I do it all the time when I don’t like what I’m reading about.
You strive to get readers that you don’t even know. Why? Because you really would like people to like you. So you might even change who you are and what you write about. You get made when people do not comment and you are frustrated.
Then you stop blogging. You get tired of trying to think of stuff to put on a blog to make life an interesting read for other people. You sit back and check your site even though you are not blogging to see if you are still getting hits and if anyone is commenting, or if your spam filter has filled up.
Then you start blogging again. It starts off slow and it starts to build again. This time you are going to do things different. You will not complete the cycle that you did last time. You will write about what you feel like writing about. To hell with everyone and what they might think. To hell with the government and them trying to shut you up. Fuck the man you say.
You start complaining about everything in your life and how you hate this and hate that until you just do not have anything left to hate. Your ranks sore though the roof because you are writing about G.W. Bush, and the White House, and how stupid everyone in Congress really is. You think that the elections are a joke. You know that nothing can be done when the wheel is spinning this fast. They will catch you, but you don’t care. You now have the power of the people behind you. People that will never stand by you. But you never realize this.
Then the law comes knocking on your door to ask you why you called the Bush administration a bunch of dill weeds. Why you think Congress should rot in hell. Then you ask them if they like lawyers. They in turn say “No!”. Then you are like “then why did you elect the dumb asses into office”.
All of this because you wrote about how you really feel. Fuck the man. I don’t need him. I don’t need his high gas prices, I don’t need his protection, and I don’t need him telling me what I can and can’t do. I was raise right. I know what is right and wrong. I know that the government is wrong.
Then you tear the monsters out of your head. Creep back to your job, go to your cubicle, and start working like a good little drone. You know if you really said what was on your mind that they would toss you in jail. You would become a terrorist. You know that no one would stand by you. You are lost and angry. Angry with yourself and everyone around you for allowing the government to be what it has become.
An Elected Dictatorship.
