I swore I’d never try this again but I once said that about ordering fugu from a lunch truck. The last time this blog saw the light of day I grew weary of it, it quickly became a chore and I started resenting blogging for the rampant “hey, look at me” trend. Facebook then became an obsession for forty-somethings like myself and the quick wiseass remark seemed much less effort, it was always my strong suit anyway.
Now I resent Facebook. I need to utilize it for my business and clients rely on me for my experience and my vast repertoire of marketing buzzwords. God forbid I delete my account, my family and friends would question if I was serious about living off-grid one day and raising goats for my line of artisan cheeses.
So I’m blowing the dust off this creative outlet once again. I don’t care if anyone reads this, I have no interest in monetizing my thoughts or making sure it’s search engine optimized. I just need to get some things off my chest every now and then without seeing that fucking “like” thumb staring me square in the face.
Groucho was right, I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.