Welcome, my fellow readers, non-readers, spammers, and the idiots who landed themselves here by accident! It's been a long time since I posted anything and I just needed to exercise my fingers a bit. I may need them in good working condition some day in the event that I have anything of substance to write. Today is not that day.
Nope. Today is more or less what some would consider blogger suicide. Is this the death of Workingdan? After calling this post suicide I would imagine that the title is starting to make sense. "So what are you getting at, Dan?" you may be asking yourselves. It's simple. I'm just not that into you, as the title suggests.
Now settle down there you attention whores! Let me finish before you go hitting that little red X. Does this mean I think you are a lousy writer? Of course not. Many of you are excellent writers and I enjoy reading your posts...when and if I get around to it. Does this mean I don't find your content to be anything of interest? No. You all post interesting things in your own unique way.
What this means is that my personal interests have shifted. I enjoyed writing and posting on a regular basis. I enjoyed reading and commenting on your blogs. Key word being "enjoyed". As in past tense for those lacking comprehension to understand this. But don't go doubting yourselves, I'm sure you're still great writers. It's not you, it's me.
You see, my interest in writing comes and goes, in case you haven't noticed already from the infrequent posting on this blog. Here lately writing or even reading blogs is not in my interests at this time. When I first started blogging it was fun, and I kept it steady with regular posting for a good year or so. I was having fun, living in Workingdan's world. The good ol' days of blogging, complete with cartoons and all.
But something happened. It become more of a chore than a hobby and I had to force my writing. It's not that I didn't have anything to write about, I was backlogged with brilliant ideas for this blog. And that's kinda where the real problems began. Everything I did became potential Workingdan material. In a sense, I was becoming Workingdan....and I didn't like him. He's an asshole. A self-centered prick and he was a bully. This was showing through in the real world and it had a direct impact on my life. I became the opposite person of who I really am.
I ultimately had to put an end to the Workingdan persona that was taking over my life. I miss it sometimes and there are still times when something happens and I'm like "This would make for a good blog post" but the thought is quickly dismissed and I carry on about my business, unlike before where my mind would be wrapped around this blog post for an entire day, or even a week, consuming me.
I was becoming quite popular in the blogosphere, gaining new followers. This was very exciting at first. But when you're gaining more and more followers it's hard to continue proper blog etiquitte. You know, returning the favor, exchanging blog comments, all that bullshit you people do. This was overwhelming for me, a family man, to spend all my time reading blogs. It's the turn-off that, in the end, did this blog in. It was a chore, no longer a hobby.
As I spent less and less time blogging I grew interested in other thigs. First and foremost I had to focus on my family. Workingdan had done some damge to my relationships and restoring those bonds was top priority. Secondly, and equally as important, I woke up. I became more aware of how shitty things were in the government and how it affects my life. I wanted to write about it in hopes of waking others up as well. I wanted to be a credible source of information, which unfortunately, requires presenting a lot of facts. Research and fact finding is not one of my strong points so that idea quickly fizzled out. Or maybe I'm just lazy!
Yes, I miss blogging. I miss reading other blogs. I miss the friends I've made and the back and forth playful banter. I miss trying to make people laugh. I miss trying to make people cry. I miss drawing those stupid little cartoons. I miss trying my hand at fiction. I miss the feeling you get when you hit publish on a post you're proud of.
I may miss it but it doesn't mean I'm back. I may post something here and there. If you still come to read it, great. If you don't, oh well. If you do still visit when I post something, don't expect me to come running to your blog to leave a comment. I don't work that way.
Besides, I'm just not that into you!
Visit me if you dare!
Nope. Today is more or less what some would consider blogger suicide. Is this the death of Workingdan? After calling this post suicide I would imagine that the title is starting to make sense. "So what are you getting at, Dan?" you may be asking yourselves. It's simple. I'm just not that into you, as the title suggests.
Now settle down there you attention whores! Let me finish before you go hitting that little red X. Does this mean I think you are a lousy writer? Of course not. Many of you are excellent writers and I enjoy reading your posts...when and if I get around to it. Does this mean I don't find your content to be anything of interest? No. You all post interesting things in your own unique way.
What this means is that my personal interests have shifted. I enjoyed writing and posting on a regular basis. I enjoyed reading and commenting on your blogs. Key word being "enjoyed". As in past tense for those lacking comprehension to understand this. But don't go doubting yourselves, I'm sure you're still great writers. It's not you, it's me.
You see, my interest in writing comes and goes, in case you haven't noticed already from the infrequent posting on this blog. Here lately writing or even reading blogs is not in my interests at this time. When I first started blogging it was fun, and I kept it steady with regular posting for a good year or so. I was having fun, living in Workingdan's world. The good ol' days of blogging, complete with cartoons and all.
But something happened. It become more of a chore than a hobby and I had to force my writing. It's not that I didn't have anything to write about, I was backlogged with brilliant ideas for this blog. And that's kinda where the real problems began. Everything I did became potential Workingdan material. In a sense, I was becoming Workingdan....and I didn't like him. He's an asshole. A self-centered prick and he was a bully. This was showing through in the real world and it had a direct impact on my life. I became the opposite person of who I really am.
I ultimately had to put an end to the Workingdan persona that was taking over my life. I miss it sometimes and there are still times when something happens and I'm like "This would make for a good blog post" but the thought is quickly dismissed and I carry on about my business, unlike before where my mind would be wrapped around this blog post for an entire day, or even a week, consuming me.
I was becoming quite popular in the blogosphere, gaining new followers. This was very exciting at first. But when you're gaining more and more followers it's hard to continue proper blog etiquitte. You know, returning the favor, exchanging blog comments, all that bullshit you people do. This was overwhelming for me, a family man, to spend all my time reading blogs. It's the turn-off that, in the end, did this blog in. It was a chore, no longer a hobby.
As I spent less and less time blogging I grew interested in other thigs. First and foremost I had to focus on my family. Workingdan had done some damge to my relationships and restoring those bonds was top priority. Secondly, and equally as important, I woke up. I became more aware of how shitty things were in the government and how it affects my life. I wanted to write about it in hopes of waking others up as well. I wanted to be a credible source of information, which unfortunately, requires presenting a lot of facts. Research and fact finding is not one of my strong points so that idea quickly fizzled out. Or maybe I'm just lazy!
Yes, I miss blogging. I miss reading other blogs. I miss the friends I've made and the back and forth playful banter. I miss trying to make people laugh. I miss trying to make people cry. I miss drawing those stupid little cartoons. I miss trying my hand at fiction. I miss the feeling you get when you hit publish on a post you're proud of.
I may miss it but it doesn't mean I'm back. I may post something here and there. If you still come to read it, great. If you don't, oh well. If you do still visit when I post something, don't expect me to come running to your blog to leave a comment. I don't work that way.
Besides, I'm just not that into you!
Visit me if you dare!
