Wishbone

I want to write no matter what, but I also only want to write what other people will like.

Huh?

Why do I care that nobody reads this blog? I didn’t make any effort at all to acquire visitors. Acquire. Sounds so corporate, but I think you know what you mean. I didn’t seek anyone out and nobody showed up.

There were a few views of this blog. However, those visits appear to be accidents because I have yet to update the Contact page here, so it appears on the search results when you are looking for this theme.

I didn’t change the Contact page because it depresses me to even think about doing that. The fictitious woman of this template theme is more interesting than me. Gosh, that’s so sad to admit. It’s like I’m keeping the black-and-white stock images in the frames and hanging them on the wall because I think the generic models have better imaginary lives than me. Sad, so sad, but so true.

True in my head at least. I’m not pretending that any of this is rational. I can make something interesting with my life or even with today. Unfortunately, I feel numbed on life most of the time. I mostly care about how little I care. I’m aware of the depressive nature of these thoughts and I have been addressing all of this, so don’t worry, my nonexistent reader.

Maybe, I should give my nonexistent reader a name. I like Wishbone because I really enjoyed that show as a kid. In case you don’t know, dear, Wishbone was a television show about a dog - guess what his name was? - who would go on adventures where he would play famous characters from classic literature, like Oliver Twist. This was not a cartoon by the way. There was a legit dog “acting” amongst human actors.

Anyway, good night, Wishbone.

Hopefully, you’ll be back tomorrow to read some more. I promise to be back tomorrow to write some more.

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