THE LONELINESS OF THE LONG-WINDED CURMUDGEON

 

In the blog community I 'play' in it seems that I'm the only one bothering to craft meaningful posts, kind of like the essays I wrote at school. Ideally these should have a theme with a beginning, a middle and a conclusion where the reader is brought back to the theme and, if appropriate, provided with a moral lesson or some sort of advice. I like to show readers that I'm right in these leaving no need to question.

That's in the ideal world. In this real world 50% of the readership never reads a long post, doesn't understand the 'message' in any given posts and, like a baby in a cot or a cat, is distracted by mention of its own name or of some mythical deity or bogus institution.  This doesn't get in the way of a degree of arrogance, self-righteousness and sanctimony however.

The other 50% has the skills to recognise and read a well-crafted post but of recent has become lazy and, I guess through advanced age has resorted to seeking affirmation of and accolades for its own rather faded blog and its posts. This self-doubt is getting in the way of any decent posting which is a shame.

It's also a shame as I begin to wonder if it's worth the effort writing long and sensible posts on this blog and the many others that I produce. There are only so many hours in the day after all. Maybe I should pander to the lowest common denominator and give them what they want - scatology, simplicity, vulgar humour and ..... a punchline.