I read the post I put up yesterday, and discovered, that it was totally not funny. Like there were seeds in there of what might be amusing, but on the whole, no.
So I added a note and decided to consider deleting, no biggie right?
Wrong.
Because you see, then the thought started to bother me, if I thought that was going to be funny but on hindsight it isn't funny at all then what about every other post?
And I started reading my own blog. And nothing was funny. Nothing. No big deal if I was writing a blog on Civil War history or something, but I know perfectly well that there is no content whatsoever here. The only thing I thought I had going for me was that what I wrote was kind of funny.
Which made me wonder, why is anyone reading this? If you've never been terribly popular like me there is a strange tendency for 'They're all laughing at you.' to pop into your head. This would obviously be utterly pointless since I wouldn't know they were laughing. So, next option. There aren't actually people reading it. There is just an ever increasing number of people who randomly hit upon this page each day in their internet forays, but all of them think its stupid and never come back. Statistically improbable. (And don't ask me just what do you mean by statistically when you use it in that context cause that's the sort of annoying thing I would pull)
And eventually, I go back to Take 2, my reattempt to blog where I said the following:
The thing is, if I start thinking someone might read this, particularly someone I actually know, I might start censoring myself. And that would suck for me, and make for boring posts.
Clearly I had a touch of omniscience.
So deep breaths and suck it up. Not everything that comes out of my brain is funny. A lot of it is just total crap
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