(non) post

So I don't post. So what. Shoot me. It's a (non) blog.

It's not like I don't have anything interesting or amusing to say. I am quite entertaining normally. And I am not a totally unskilled writer. It's just something about blogging that suddenly has me tongue-tied at the keyboard.

I judge my (non) blog by the blogs I read. I am just not ready to put myself out there. How can these people not be stalked? Mostly I am afraid that I will say something about someone I know and that they will read my blog and not appreciate what was said. I am famous for saying the wrong thing, which is whatever is on my mind. Some people just can't take it. I know I couldn't because I have a very thin skin. If you love one thing about me, tell me. I don't want to know the rest.

Yet my blogger (non) friends lay their lives out there. It would be easy to find them if I wanted to. They are safe from me because I never go anywhere. Except for the blogger who is coming back here (the middle of nowhere) in a few weeks.

DON'T WORRY. I'm not planning anything. Just hoping that I and my spouse (who is also a fan of this blogger) will get to meet him for a drink. I know already how I will feel: stupid. If I read the blogs of the self-absorbed shallow idiots, then I could feel superior, or at least intelligent. But I read this guy's blog. This blogger is so intelligent and funny and charming, it's no wonder that he left the middle of nowhere. This is no place for him.

Lately I've been wondering if it's a place for me.