This isn’t cutting it.

I started writing this blog a decade after other people started writing their blogs.  I think I did it because I wanted to try out Blogger to see how it worked and to have a place to keep longer pieces of stuff I was sharing on Facebook or Twitter.

Then I used it to get things off my chest.

Then I thought it would make a good place to put things about myself my children might like to read, if they’re ever curious.

Documenting personal things on the Internet is probably not a good idea for most people.  See: If you’re looking for a job and you’ve documented your past weaknesses online, then your prospective employer is going to hire the person who never disclosed any weakness.

I am in a really bad spot at the moment.

This blog isn’t a very useful guide.

I’m embarrassed that I even want to create a useful guide: (a) It’s really a pretentious idea; and (b) I can’t organize my thoughts well enough to write this single blog post, much less create a new type of site.

One of the things I like about putting this information into a blog hosted by a large company (Blogger is owned by Google) is that the information is basically here FOREVER.  So, if I get hit by a bus, then I don’t have to worry that not being able to pay my hosting bills will end up losing what I’ve written, my kids never being able to find it.

Again, see my blog post about the Perpetual Hosting Business idea.  People should be able to pay a little extra for their hosting as insurance — when they die, everything is locked up, but keeps running.

So, anyway, this blog format is not productive.

Yes, so I’ve documented my weaknesses, basically ensuring that I’ll never be favored by potential employers (like I care), or potential investors (I’m caring less and less), or potential lovers (ok, I care), or potential customers (I really care).  Unless what I’m selling is what I’m writing, but I still don’t have a point to all this nonsense.  There are literally (LITERALLY) billions of people writing crap down… Hundreds of millions of them are writing in English.  And millions of those are trying to sell what they wrote.  If there’s no point to what I’m writing then there’s no reason to read it, so no reason to buy it.

Even THIS is off the point.

I’m thinking perhaps I do have ADD.  I know it seems silly.

** OH WAIT!!  I’m back.  I know what I wanted to boast: If someone doesn’t like me because of what I’ve written here (or written about, or that I was stupid enough to write it down)… then I don’t care.

WHOA!! BIG WORDS.

I am so screwed up in the head, that I feel guilty every time I hope someone will like what I’ve done.  It’s easier just not to do anything.  For one thing, I’ll never fail and no one will not like it and I’ll never feel guilty for wishing people liked it.