the world has turned and left me here

expectation eggs

I've been quiet lately. Because I don't have much to say. When you don't have much to say, you should be quiet. You shouldn't keep talking and blabbering on to fill space, because that's what everyone else does, and we're not about that here. No, there are rules in this place. We suggest you follow them. For your own benefit that is. You'll thank us later. We're looking out for your best interests, and it's really not in your best interest to talk on and on about nothing, because people may take that as a sign that there's really nothing inside you anyway, that you're some kind of strange orange peel of a person. And we don't want that. We want you to make the best impression possible but still not misrepresent who you actually are. (Who are you actually?) What you've got to realize is that the readers of your weblog don't want to sift through steaming piles of word maneur just to extract the few tidbits of genuine expressiveness that you may have accidentally let slip through the cracks. They want genuine anecdotes that come straight from the heart, things that you may have actually felt or thought in the moment and not just made up on the spot. Please leave out the filler. There's no place for formalities here, none for paragraphs devoid of content, doilies, colorful packaging meant to get people's attention and generally distract them from thinking about the lump of plastic they just shelled out another buck fifty for. Stick to the facts of the matter. If there aren't any facts of the matter, that's another thing, and maybe you should seek additional help if you don't believe in the existence of facts. Facts exist, and the fact is that people don't appreciate being led on for five minutes by some snazzy title or other just to find out that the entry they were reading was a complete waste of their time, that they're now five minutes closer to their inevitable death, and have absolutely nothing to show for it. So please, cut out the bulls*@#.