Misdigestion
stomach cramps and weekly pains
try to find a shoeless joe
searching blindly in the rain
to the tules, this i know
touch the wretched as they fear
baseless hate and twisted wire
find the smile as otters leer
as we deftly pull out fire
insert here tab a slot b
do not ruffle up the shiv
if you live you cannot sea
i have nothing more to give
No good
There are things that online forums and blogs are good for, but bitching isn’t one of them. I’ve kind of gotten the impression over the years that you’re pretty much never talking to a sympathetic audience when you write online, and there’s very little besides limiting your audience to do about it. Even if you do, a douche or two will always slip through the filters. It’s inevitable. So I generally don’t write about anything too good or too bad online, because if you write about how well things are going, it’s bound to sour, and if you write about how badly things are going, someone is bound to say something to make it worse. So I’m left either encoding my messages in metaphors or writing bland missives devoid of all context that might tell the next internet stalker too much about my life. I really do enjoy blogging, especially having developed the habit of it, but so many factors keep me away. In addition, journaling is awkward for me, as I can’t write with a pen/pencil for more than a sentence or so without my hand cramping up. I suppose I’ll continue this exercise for the sake of writing, but that doesn’t really satisfy me.
