It’s an old question but it keeps cropping up.
Why the fuck do I bother with this site?
It takes a chunk out of my day where I could be otherwise doing sweet fuck all. I could be napping? I could be staring at the clouds trying to make pictures out of them? There are lots of things I could be doing, but instead I am sitting tapping out nonsense.
Do I do it for your sake? Hah! I bet if I charged a wee premium for reading this shite, you’d all soon disappear. I don’t kid myself.
Do I do it for the money? Well, that helps, but this site has been in recession for the last two years, with each month seeing a reduction so that I am getting less than a quarter of what I was getting a couple of years ago. Even the housing market hasn’t fallen that far. I wonder if NAMA would be interested in buying it?
Do I do it for myself? I dunno. Do I?
All I know is that most days I promise myself that I won’t write anything as I have nothing to write. Then the fingers get twitchy and the laptop looks at me in that accusing way it has, and the next thing I’m tapping out another inanity. Sometimes I read what I have published and cringe. I wonder why the fuck I wrote that but it’s too late to do anything about it because as soon as I press the Publish button, it flies off into feed readers or Twitter or something and I can’t call them back. So I am stuck with it.
I have made myself a wee promise that I won’t write anything if I have nothing to write about. Today, for example, nothing has happened yet. The newspapers are full of shite that isn’t worth writing about so I am devoid of ideas. For that reason, I won’t be writing today. I’m taking another day off.