But it’s us, the reader, who will need a hug
after choking down
this orgy of self-congratulation and self-pity.
That’s what happens when immature writers write blogs:
They don’t realize an ordeal,
served up without perspective or perceptiveness,
is merely an ordeal.
Here’s a good rule of thumb:
If you didn’t feel you were discovering something
as you wrote your blog,
don’t publish it, Dewey.
Instead hit the delete key,
and then go congratulate yourself for having lived
a perfectly good, undistinguished life.
There’s no shame in that.