Foolproof Blogging Tips for Misanthropes

At this point, realizing that there aren’t that many people here because reading is dead and civilization is over, I might as well think out loud about what I want to do with this blog. If anything, that is. My hope was to resurrect it, lure some old readers back, find some new readers, and rebuild it into something worthwhile. In my post-exhaustion world, the cost/benefit analysis of that says I’m crazy. There’s practically no chance that I could attract enough readers to make this worthwhile. I’m certainly not doing it for money. Even when a post draws in a lot of readers, there’s practically no engagement. I have no reason to write other than because I feel like writing it, and I don’t care if no one reads it or responds to it.

For that, I can write in my journal. Otherwise I’m like the crazy street preacher that everyone ignores. A bunch of words that barely register as noise. That’s not a bad idea, actually. Call it “blogging for misanthropes”. But someone will think that misanthrope is a prize you win for blogging, while simultaneously not knowing what a misanthrope is. Or misconstrue the meaning of the word, and call me some sort of *.ist because they think it’s bad.

This is a shame because I was working on some interesting ideas. I really wanted to build community with this site. Dig into simplify-create-thrive as manifesto. Find a balance of interesting topics that would attract creative people from across mediums, pull in minimalists, and entrepreneurs, a good cross-section of people who enjoy making things, run their own lives and their own finances, and are more interested in freedom and happiness than the blind pursuit of wealth and status.

I also had a plan to start blogging over at the Dancing Lights Press site. Yes, I’d be an RPG blogger again. Kind of. I wanted to do a development blog, partially as a marketing tool (duh), partially as a way of getting some feedback on long-term projects. Post bits of work-in-progress, tease some things, ask for help with stuff I’m stuck on, that sort of crap. For a hot minute I was actually optimistic about the prospect of doing in. Then I, you know, was reminded that there are only so many hours in a day, and that the number of people reading and responding would be below the number that would justify spending the time on it. There’s also the possibility that I’d end up spending time dealing with trolls, and honestly the best part of my semi-cloistered life is not having to deal with a certain category of people.

So what is the point of this blog and why am I still doing it? Probably so I can think out loud and maybe get my own head around some ideas. To warm up my fingers in the morning before I dive into writing that pays the bills. To vent enough that I can move past whatever it is I’m thinking about so I can pointedly ignore and focus on what I need to be doing. Post-exhaustion is, for the moment, post-purpose. That’s kind of freeing.

My notes says that I should work on being more likable in my posts. How am I doing?

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  1. I find interesting that we both wrote blogging-related posts today, and that we address similar points. I have to start seeing patients now at work, but I’ll come back for further thoughts.

  2. Ah, yes, the Grumpy Bug. The story where no one thinks to ask why he’s grumpy. No one extends any empathy toward him, which is somehow justified by his own lack of empathy. There’s no attempt to teach him how to better interact with people. They only play with him once they find him entertaining.

    Personally, I think Grumpy Bug is on the spectrum.

  3. Ah yes. Occasionally I want to engage with social media more, or to write something on my blog, but I am tired, and largely fairly busy, and then once I am not busy, I am more tired. Then I am less tired, and I think now I’ll write something, but then I remember that if I say things too openly, there may be shit that I might have to deal with, and I end up not bothering. So in the end I write about my plants and food and garden when I feel like it, and if the readership waxes or wanes, it’s not my problem.

    I also don’t consider the fact that I am already a misanthrope a problem, so that helps.

  4. Are you likeable yet? Nah. But I like you anyway. Being a Misanthrope is part of your charm. If you want to be more likeable, you have to stop telling everyone how shitty everything is and how awful everyone is and how you’re going to go ahead and blog even though it probably won’t matter because no one really cares anyway. You have to focus on what’s right and those who do read and care and engage and let the rest hang. You have to get to gratitude, and that’s a matter of where you put your focus. Gratitude is likeable; misanthropy, not so much. It can be entertaining, but not really likeable. (note: I have very little patience for games; if you bite my head off for doing what you implied would be an appropriate response, I won’t bother you again. That’ll be my cue to dip.)

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