What Had Happened Was…
Thembi is not dead. In fact, I’m far from it.
I just finished doing most of my taxes, and before that was busy designing myself a health regimen, and before that I was focused on holding down two jobs, and before that was up all night researching genetic disorders, and before that was on an urgent music downloading binge, and before that I was all about this huge assignment at work, and before that…I was a blogger.
I really considered hanging up my hat around here and honestly haven’t really made a full decision on that yet. The thing is, the blogosphere drives me bonkers. The Blogger “new post” screen kind of makes me feel creepy-crawly. There are people around who blog just to feel like they have friends and it makes me sad. I keep getting weird pervy spam on MyBlogLog. Being “in the know” to have things to write about is so much harder than keeping your head under a rock. The words “pageview” and “site traffic” give me the same sense of dread that “touch-base” and “utilize” do when someone says them at work. And knowing myself as I do, I know it’s all really just because whenever I share what I write I eventually feel more trapped than a dude with three baby’s mommas. Not that I’m Hemmingway or anything, but when I face “expectations” I just want to throw myself into the Delaware River. So I just had to lay low. This is why you shouldn’t send me anymore fan email or props for this blog whatsoever, just tell a friend to read and comment to entertain me. I’ve also gotten some pretty sassy pressure to come back and share my trash talkin with the world that has actually initimidated me. It’s pretty corny, but I officially qualify as a sensitive artist type, which tickles me. So since I still have some nonsense on my mind, I’ll be around for at least a while, at least with less frequent posts.
I know it’s mean to just disappear on folks, I had a little jump-off who did that to me once and it’s really not cute. I can promise that if WWTD does end, there will be a bunch of fanfare and jivin’ of the most Negroidian extreme. I’m too self-indulgent for anything else. I’m sorry to those who sent me messages or posts, I will catch up with you soon.