Just about every time I start cursing at you assholes on Open Salon who ignore the few posts I bother making these days, I realize that I don't read any of your posts. So maybe I should stop being such a fucking narcisstic hypocrite, eh?

Seriously, Open Salon is a nightmare train for the ego. On an intellectual level, the communal concept of a place to read good writing and try to share some of your own with supposedly a built-in audience is a nearly irresistible opportunity for a writer. But after a few weeks, you realize there is no rhyme or reason for what gets read, rated and discussed.

At least that's what you tell yourself when you spend a couple of hours on something that gets one fucking rating and a comment that's only a fractured sentence tangentially related to the topic at hand.

And then you get those emails from writers letting you know every time they fart out a post. My first thought when I get those is to assume the writer has a blinding personality disorder. Not self-conscious enough to realize how desperate for approval they appear.

If those fuckfaces had any self-respect, they'd just post their shit and let the chips fall where they may. And no one will know that you get on your blog every five minutes for two days after your post.

Like I do after I post.

Then there are the douchebags who write navel-gazing blogs about the gross injustice of the Open Salon system and the insular, self-perpetuating popularity contest this “community” has become with crass openly agreed-upon mutual self-fucking relationships where one poster will always rate another as long as that poster rates theirs. Actually, wait, I hate that shit too. And there's lots of it. Or at least there was when I paid attention. But I'd never write anything about it because I'm no fucking whiner. It's about the writing, not the reception.

A good writer doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks of what they wrote. A good writer just focuses on what they're writing about and makes sure it's as truthful to the subject as they can get. They don't need validation from other mopes on a forum for either failed writers or wannabe hack writers.

So I've come to the conclusion that I must, in fact, be a shitty writer because I'm constantly looking for validation from people in this online community. And I fucking hate every single one of you who don't read,, rate and comment on what I wrote.

Only I've probably read less than 15 full posts since I've been on this ridiculous masturbatory community. I don't really care what you have to write about. Because your posts look funny – either your typeface is off or your photos are poorly sized or your topic is trite, banal, or incomprehensible. But, then again, how the hell would I know since I don't even read the first paragraph.

This makes everything so unbearably embarrassing and if I don't fully come out and say it, it'll just continue to feel like the elephant in the room whenever I post. What kind of rotten human feels butthurt when he doesn't get attention even though he is actually MORE inattentive then the assfaces he's sore at?

This kind of rotten human being (points at self).

This isn't really an apology, I'm afraid. I'm pretty sure I'm still going to write shit every now and then and I'm pretty sure I'll pathetically seek out the (few if any) responses with an obsessive fixation indicating serious personal ego deficiency. And I'll probably not read, rate, and comment on other posts because once I'm done writing, I'm out of time and don't have the attention to read whatever blather you bother shoving out there. So while I'm saying “fuck you for not giving a shit about me,” you can take calm yourself by saying the same goddamned thing about me.

Please rate this.

Fuck you.