I cannot sleep, and have nothing good to read, so I thought I would address this. It has been brought to my attention of late that some of my readership feels that I can sometimes be a little bit too link-happy. As in, I use those fun little worded-embedded links at every opportunity, sometimes to the point ridiculosity and/or obscurity. I don’t remember who it was who said this. It could have been one those Little Mean Insecure Voices In My Head, but I don’t think it was. I think was a real person. And to them, I say this:
Suck it. Linking is pleasing to me. It somehow fills, or at least allows me to touch, the void that my existentially enlightened lifestyle has rent deep in my soul. Sometimes, at dusk, when I am “alone” on the crowded metro I begin to feel as if my existence means nothing at all. As if my face, around which my relations once gathered to rejoice and crow with pride, were really just another one of those goddamned petals on a wet black bough. And then I come back to my apartment. And write in this blog. And I feel connected to the infinite possibilities that the interz0rd can provide. I am not afraid to say that this brings me joy, which I need, because am bereaved. So suck it. It’s my blog and I’ll link if I want to.
Love, AF
