You won’t be seeing me around next week, because I’m going on vacation!
Well, actually, I will be out of town on business. So, it’s not like a real vacation. Even more actually, I will be up to my eyeballs in work, coping as best I can with the lack of sleep that always hits me whenever I stay at a hotel.
Here’s the thing, though: Even though I’ll probably have access to the Internet, I think it’ll be a good opportunity to take some time off from Odd Lots. I know, I know, I’m not exactly the most prolific blogger you’ve ever seen, but sometimes this site really takes it out of me.
People — people, I am exhausted. Not simply physically tired (although that’s part of it), but low-down, prone on the ground, mentally spent.
I am tired of pop culture. I’m tired of politics. I am tired of constantly grappling with the pointlessness of existence. Tired of the constant philosophical monologue that rages in my brain and has no outlet because, at the end of the day, I am too tired to write about it.
I am tired of WordPress and the endless stream of spammy “likes” and “follows” that come from an endless parade of travel agents, photographers, self-published authors, BNBs, scam artists, and other poor souls who somehow have the wrong-headed notion that their “make money blogging” schemes are going to come to good.
I am tired being of constantly pestered by what appears to be every single motherfucker on the make.
It is demoralizing to constantly have this shit blinking away in my toolbar. Why don’t they all just move to Florida and sell cheap Chinese solar panels to the elderly — and contract a little hep C, while they’re at it?
It’s one thing to realize that I have managed to alienate my miniscule core group of regular readers: that’s on me, I’ve got no one to blame but myself. I could grudgingly accept the fact that I’m all alone over here, if that’s all that was going on. If I were just talking to myself, I could live with that. However, it is quite another thing to be constantly reminded that I am broadcasting my heart and soul at a faceless throng of spam-bots and crooks. To be unread is one thing. To have one’s outpourings scanned by a robot for keywords to determine the ideal posts to like in order to drive maximum traffic to their online panhandling emporiums, on the other hand, is something that withers the human soul.
So, I’m taking a break! A temporary one. I shall return because, honestly, where else would I go?
I’ll be back on the 24th, no doubt re-invigorated and full of joy.
Yours in ennui,