So here’s the deal. I’m as needy, cloying, wheedling, annoying and beholden to a swift undercurrent of interpersonal histrionics as the next guy.
Also, I want be seen.
But really. This article is part of my crude attempt to get featured in the WordPress “Freshly-pressed” section of the domain. Getting published there could net me a TON of readers–people with no self-respect–people who find long, embroidered soapbox rants that empty out onto a highway like an antiquated Bill Cosby tale–appealing.
But apparently, the timing of the upload had something to do with it. Also, I went ahead and wrote this in the classic “top ten” list form. This tends to appeal to many, including me. I just always tend to find them simplistic. Not mine. Oh, no. Mine is a blatant excuse to bash my fellow man with all his myriad of faults. And I do it with great finesse.
But, tomorrow it is. After that, I’ll probably go on a major bloodletting spree over astrology. But I don’t know. I’m a mercurial sort.