Tuesday, September 05, 2017
I'm actually an inordinately shy person. Ask my oldest friends; if they're being honest, they'll tell you what a recluse I am, left to my own devices. Were it not for my wife, whom I met in high school, I'd probably have long ago vanished behind a shield of invisibility woven by my reluctance to be known for who I am.
And of all the things I've ever written here, some of which I'm rather proud of when I look back on them, my anger over Harvey is what's going viral.*
Damn. No, seriously. Damn. Anything I say about it will sound like false regrets or fake concern or a tacit disavowal, or even false modesty. No, I wrote it, I own it; but shit.
I really do hate attention. As long as all it brings is people following links to that post, it'll be fine. Maybe. We'll see.
I just don't want to be known as the "angry guy." Although, considering my usual behavior, I've probably earned that reputation, too. Hell, I don't want to be "known" at all. You can know me when I'm dead; it won't concern me then.
I only mention this because if this gets any more popular, you won't hear from me until the attention is over. Really, I gotta tell somebody: "viral" is my worst nightmare.
*probably a gracious exaggeration rather than a proper description. I'm looking at my stats on blogger, and "viral" is not what I'd call it. Actually, I hope I don't have to ever call it that.
Posted by Rmj at 11:39 AM