Recently the little beasties inside the WordPress machine saw fit to alert me this week to the passing of my third blogging anniversary. They also made a point of telling me that I should be “happy” about it.
(I know, it doesn’t look like I have been at this for three years. But I have. Just see here.)
This was irregardless of the fact (that I either missed the first two anniversaries or…) that they didn’t say shit about the other ones.
But still. This one I didn’t miss.
Do I have some sort of pithy point about being at the bottom of the blogging pool?
Have I learned anything at all about life or the way the world works?
Is there a reason for this somewhat rhetorical line of questioning?
Not really. The negligibility for these questions is rather high (except for the last one: the answer is “to fill up space”). However, as someone who considers themselves a writer, I am duty-bound to play that game. In my three years of blogging I have learned that:
- We never stray far from the children that we used to be.
- Fuck what everyone else says, do what you think you should do (regardless of what the “do-ing” is). Don’t worry about happiness. Happiness is a choice. It’s up to you to choose correctly.
- Always read the directions. One time I didn’t and I ended up getting my dick caught in the ceiling fan.
As always, thanks for reading this.
Matt
(ps Next week I promise I will finish the spotlight on graphic novels and resume regular literary randomness.)
