Nobody wants to read your blog

I’m overcome with the urge to tag every single entry as “barf” and call it a day.

I sent out a few e-mails out yesterday publicizing this place to friends.  It felt really yucky, like I was parading around my dirty laundry.  To add insult to injury, I managed to write the wrong blog address on not only the initial e-mail, but the also the SECOND e-mail I sent out to remedy the first one.  As a Freudian, I decided that two times made this a meaningful error.  Also by that point I was far too ashamed to send out a third e-mail directing people to a blog they likely have no interest in reading.  In addition to being a malignant narcissist, I’m an entirely ineffective self-promoter.  What a combination!

So, if you made it here and it wasn’t particularly easy on account of all the misdirection, thanks.  Seriously.  I’ll try extra-hard to keep you entertained.

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About a year ago I scoffed pretty hard at a Style Section article about Seasonal Affective Disorder.  A+ for a culture that produces acronyms that makes more sense than the names of the diseases they abbreviate!  It was easy to scoff at home UV lamps, of course, from my warm little existence in Orange County. You know, that place where it rains like once or twice a year and everyone scampers around in flip flops and glorified sweatsuits?  Cut to the present day and man, oh man, am I sick and tired of this grey, rainy weather.  I’m tired of wet shoes, carrying around an umbrella, the smell of wet wool on the métro, and this half-assed version of “daylight” that begins sometime mid-morning and ends before 5 p.m.  You might even say it’s making me SAD!

Puns are certainly the lowest form of humor.

I was kvetching about this (the lack of sunlight, not puns) with some friends and a Londoner said that he didn’t know what to make of my complaints.  “I like to be my own little ray of sunshine,” he impishly declared.  I feel sheepish at my total lack of that particular varietal of self-sufficiency.  I’m officially one of those people ruined by California, the ones who complain when it is anything less than sixty degrees and sunny.

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Someone who had held out for a long time on joining Facebook got on the boat last week.  He suddenly appeared on my radar with dozens of friends and a readymade knack for the clever status update.  I was disappointed to see that he disappeared after three days.  I sent him a standard “quitter or defriender?” query.  He wrote back to say that he had realized how toxic the place is for things like “productivity” and “sanity” and he wisely decided to depart before things got too serious.  Oh, to go back to the time when things weren’t too serious between me and FB, as I hear the kids are calling it these days.  To be able to depart before things got too complicated! Lemme tell you what, I’d sure like to be the dump-er in that scenario.  If only there was a way to say to a social networking device: Look, I’m really sorry.  It isn’t you, it’s me!  I know that you provide a valuable service to many of your users!  How did anyone ever remember wish anyone else a happy birthday before you came around?  Especially since the recent sneaky shift in the privacy standards, you make it easier than ever to stalk high school boyfriends and old coworkers!  But this just isn’t working out.  I’m sure you are going to make your next five million users (largely women between the ages of 55 and 70 apparently) really happy, what with all the posting about cats and grandchildren that your relationship will surely enable!  You deserve someone who will appreciate you like they will, not just someone who is in the habit of being in your company.  Trust me, this will be better for both of us in the long run.

But as any addict will tell you, deactivation is like taking a break but never really breaking up.  Facebook is the bad news codependent boyfriend that will always take you back when you are feeling weak, the one who remembers every single petty detail of your relationship and plans to rub them in your face when you shuffle back with your tail between your legs.  So good for you, S, for getting out before it was too late.  Wish I could join you out there on the other side.

Photo again courtesy of the winsome M. Starik



  1. am

    People do want to read your blog! Actually, from personal experience, I’ve found that people will actually be more interested in reading your blog if you keep it focused on yourself. If you start talking about ‘issues,’ then no one cares, unless you have a issue-specific blog (eg. an american-political blog, a sports blog, etc). Anyway, despite your ostensible disinterest in self-promotion, something tells me you will have a site counter up very soon.

    As far as the weather thing goes, I actually can’t stand the sun and heat sometimes here. And I like how gloomy weather makes everyone else depressed, because that in turn makes me feel more comfortable interacting with them.

    • lesbonsbonsdesraisons

      Aw, thanks am! I’m sorry if I made it sound like I was feigning disinterest in self-promotion. On the contrary, I’m absolutely interested in self-promotion (you’ve met me, right?). I was merely noting that I’m apparently pretty bad at it. But thanks so much for reading!

  2. Yelli

    Welcome to bloggy world! I see you are smart enough to start with wordpress…

    It is cold here in Berlin and -10 is bad in C or F. I lived many years through Seattle winters and it never once crossed my mind to buy those stupid Sunlight UV lamps. Now, this is a constant thought running through my head. It can’t help with the heat department but maybe it will trick me into thinking it is warm?

    If you would like more people to read, I have found the best way is to comment on others blogs especially those that tie in with your interests. American expat? 20-something? Parisians? Whoever you feel like identifying with on some particular day! (It was not Amis for me yesterday!) 🙂

  3. BJG

    Well, I want to read your blog, so thanks for notifying me of its existence. As for facebook, I just got rid of it entirely (which is possible, I found) and it has in fact helped with productivity. I feel a bit out of the loop at times, but I’ve also taught myself to bake bread. So it’s a fair trade, I think.

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