Hi, my name is Kevin
and I’ve been post free for over 4 months.
Crowd: “Hello Kevin”
I guess the hardest thing about not posting, is this constant nagging in the back of my head. I want to post. I like to post. I just shouldn’t. I know it’s wrong, but I’m at the computer every day, and I can feel the tug from the address bar. Posting made me popular, but it ruined my family, and cost me my career.
Things have gotten on track since I stopped the habit. I’ve got an apartment, and a job now. My kids still don’t want to see me, but we’ll see how they feel when it’s Christmas time. They’ll come back. It seems like everybody is proud that I’m not hitting the blog anymore, but I gotta say, I hate myself. I need to post.
Group Leader: “you don’t need it. What you need is to be a good citizen. You need to stay clean.”
I know Jack, I just love the rush I get when I’m clackin’ away on a keyboard. I’m out there, and it’s all real. Then I have to go back to ‘reality’. It makes me sick. Why won’t you people leave me alone? Why can’t I just post on the weekends, ya know? Just a little twitter every now and then. Maybe a facebook update. I’m strong enough to stay away from the hard stuff. I’m not about to go near the live journal, and I wouldn’t even think about the Press again. I can control my cravings for posting. I just need a little taste to get me through. Is that so bad?
And, so what if I want to blog again? I’m an adult! I can do what ever I want! I’m tired of all you smug bastards looking down on me! On ME! Like I’m some kind of sicko for wanting to tap out some text. I’m just pourin’ up a page, ya know? I gotta get outta here. It’s too hot. Too close in here. I’m gonna go hit a Starbucks. Maybe being around posters will help me get past this.
See ya around dullards. Enjoy not posting, freaks.
I’m out.
