If this blog were a coffee table, I'd be able to write my name in the dust. Perhaps even plant petunias. It's been that long. We haven't had a new post since last June. Early June at that.
Traffic is about the same.
People keep finding their way here. You'll notice the comments pile up from the INTJ females and their fans over on the Lonely Non-Girl post--the only old post that still accepts comments at this point because I've put the "closed" sign up on the rest of the party. It's self preservation. I've got way to few brain cells left to be taxing any of them on old business.
That and the spam is annoying.
Really annoying. Spam has totally devolved into incoherent text and number strings. There aren't even any salacious references to naughty girls and penis implants anymore. Just huge, random text paragraphs. I can't even be disgusted or indignant. It's complete spam nihilism.
Besides, imagine if I let all those people who come here looking for free kokology tests answer the questions. Just picture it. Random mail that says"#4" or "I have to go with love story" showing up in my inbox every day or so. That'd start to feel like a gaslighting conspiracy pretty quick.
Those kokology diehards--mostly INTJs, I'm sure--are the main driving force behind the few thousand or so hits a month this blog still garners while I'm idling away the time posting odes to my glass of wine on facebook.
Which reminds me of the other reason I tapered off on the posting: my blog-stalking cousin is a total sociopath. Or at the very least a complete wingnut. (If you're reading this, coz, you can just skip commenting because you are dead to me). She went all religious troll on the team and accused us of teaching toddlers to freebase and force choke each other using the evil powers of Earth Day.
She even called my mom to tell on me. Not that I cared, because I was right and I hadn't done anything wrong. But it was unnecessarily inconvenient.
I do hate to be unnecessarily inconvenienced. I mean, sometimes inconvenience is truly unavoidable and I just put on my big girl pants and deal with it. But when it's avoidable? I do not tolerate that well.
Since the posts were puttering along on fumes anyway--becoming an inconvenience themselves--I was happy to let the writing stall out for a while. Also, I'm mostly a responsible grownup who does NOT teach toddlers to freebase so I don't have a lot of new and interesting material to use as fodder, outside of the hilarious stuff Secret Lulu says and, again, I save snippets for facebook.
(An aside: do you ever worry that your webcam is somehow inadvertantly posting you to the neighbors' closed circuit wireless security system while you type away, wearing nothing but a mismatched and failing bra and bloomer set? Because I worry about that. So much that I might just have to buy new underwear. Or unplug the camera. One of those.)
But since I originally started this blog as a solo project to vent my INTJ-MBTI obsession, I keep the Lonely Non-Girl post open to comments. I don't know if it's fair or not, or if it makes sense to everyone else. But at the end of the day, this blog is not a democracy. It's a little island of "My Way."
That was an INTJ joke. It's not very funny, but it gets to the point.
In any case, for those who are coming by to comment on Lonely Non-Girl, well, I'm not always the timeliest at replying to your comments, but I still read them, and I hear you. More than that, I get what you're saying.
In the meantime, I've got some new obsessions that I'm perseverating on. The first is the aforementioned sociopathy. The second it the cyclical nature of generational personality. I'll probably post about them soon. Ish.
Happy New Year.