Well, I have finally done what I had sworn never to do-- I have started my own blog, thereby joining the masses of online entities flooding the web with their inane musings on life.
Now, don't get me wrong. There are a lot of really fine blogs out there by some really fine people with really fine ideas. But publishing a blog has always seemed, to me, to be an exercise in self-indulgence. For this reason, I've been more than just a bit hesitant to allow myself this outlet, lest I be forced to look upon myself in horror as one of "those" people.
You know the type: the strident moralists, the lonely losers looking for electronic validation of some sort, political hacks whose amazing hindsight is exceeded only by their sad belief that their guy (or gal) is going to fix the problems of humanity.... all these and more, various and sundry pontificats of the online world who are sometimes amusing, often annoying, and usually barely-read and disregarded. I recoiled in disgust at the thought of wading into this seething morass of humanity and inanity.
But then, it hit me: I'm a lonely loser, too. I'm just as confused as any of these poor saps (though I flatter myself that I have the advantage of at least being aware of my own confusion and uncertainty). I engage in the time-honored American armchair quarterbacking of politicians, pundits, and all the various other pornographers of our post-industrial clownshow.
So shouldn't I at least allow myself the comfort of the same guilty pleasure enjoyed by millions? Here I can lay my thoughts out there for all the world, and let them be what they are-- no more, and no less. I can ramble on incoherently with the best of the blogosphere, and maybe get some of that validation I've heard so much about in the process.