I Miss My Blog.
I’ve had my blog for about six months now. In that time, I’ve written about sixty posts on topics ranging from recent political discourse, to ethics in medicine, to movies, to sports, to things that annoy me. I call the blog “Thoughts and Ramblings” precisely because I think too much, I ramble too much, and this allows me to have a more efficient method for getting all of that out without having to bother my wife and friends more than I already do.
About a week ago I decided to spruce my website up with a shiny new WordPress theme that would not only make my current readers happier (seriously, who doesn’t like glitz and glamor?) but also attract millions of new people to come read the randomness that is my blog. Unfortunately, I found out too late that certain types of themes just don’t jibe with my WordPress account and I have been struggling for the past few days to get my site back online. Without throwing my computer out my window, that is. I suppose it’s lucky I tend to work on the first floor of my house.
So now I’m taking my plight to the Sexy Social Media streets and complaining to all of you (un)lucky readers. Quite frankly, I don’t know what to do with myself now that my blog is inactive. I feel naked. I feel cold and alone. I whined to my wife that I couldn’t blog until everything was fixed, and she said something about writing for myself in a journal. But what’s the point of that? I want my thoughts to be heard, or read, or skimmed over while people pretend to work throughout the day. I want to be someone. I want to be a contender, not a bum, which is what I am.
Lame efforts of channeling Brando aside, I really miss my blog. And it’s only been a few days now. I know I only have twenty or thirty people who read my posts on a daily basis, but those people deserve better from me. I feel like the father who broke his leg and has to suffer through watching his boys play baseball by themselves for the summer, without his expert tutelage. It isn’t fair to them, and it isn’t fair to me.
For someone who never planned on beginning a blog, much less essentially writing articles multiple times a week and “publishing” them in that format, I have to say I’m a bit surprised at my reaction right now. No matter how much you get used to having it, there is nothing like losing a soapbox once it’s been pulled out from under you. I can only imagine what politicians must feel like when their terms comes to an end. I guess that’s why so many of them go on to write their (usually boring) memoirs.
So what do I do in the meantime? Read a book? Play a video game? Watch a movie? I could do all of those things, but it just won’t be the same. At 7 PM, when my son is sleeping for the night and my wife isn’t home from work yet, I know I’ll be sitting in my living room looking wistfully at the computer wishing that I could send just one little post out to the world. Just one.
I swear to all of you, once I get my blog back, things will be different. I won’t spend so much time worrying about things like theme formats. I won’t concern myself as much with how many people are reading. I’ll respond earnestly to every single comment that comes in. I’ll be a better blogger. You’ll see. I just wish I could get moving on that right now so I could prove it all to you. But until the tech who is handling my account gets his act together, I guess I’m out of luck.
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