I don’t know about you, but I’ve always thought that, when it comes to opinions and the immensity of options associated with them, “predictability” quickly becomes a buzzkill.
That person who can be counted upon to exhibit signs of TDS, and to return the matter under discussion to “Trump,” no matter the post, the topic, or the subject upon which he or she is speaking, and no matter the degree of “whataboutery” he or she has to invoke to do so.
Or the woman who’s invested in slobbering nitwittery, no matter how offensive or idiotic the views of her soi-disant blog-poster hero, the woman whose dreary next post you can totally predict, along with that her answer to his previous post or comment might be “You are amazing!” or “No words!!” or “They” [the unenumerated, who might have the temerity to disagree] “are controlled opposition,” or “they are evil” and that “only you [my hero] can possibly be right! “
“Yum Yum,” and so on.
(TBPC, and in light of my own personal circumstances in the preceding instance at least, I once found such comments amusing. But when they became so deadly predictable and detached from reality, I quickly lost interest, perhaps about the same time that I realized that this is a particularly feminine and subservient occurrence. Very rarely do men demonstrate the same level of fealty to the ridiculous opinions of women. And when they do, they’re almost always of a sexually realized nature. Ugh.)
Then there are those men or women who can be relied on to pick out a grievance, somewhere amongst the weeds of gratitude that should otherwise inform their lives (upbringing, wives, children, country–whatever they may be). Or those persons who simply cannot write about a single subject without bringing along their own sense of anger, bitterness, and victimhood into it.
I’ll put my own experience of sadness and family tragedy up against the best of you. Have at it.
And yet, I’m grateful to be here, joyful to wake up every morning, and pleased to write about the things I love.
Perhaps the greatest tribute I’ve ever been offered on Ricochet–a site I adore, and for which I write regularly–was a comment along the lines of: “We never know what you’re going to write about next!”
Please. Aspire to that. Amaze us. Confuse us. Show yourselves to be interesting.
And–for God’s sake–stop boring us with the same old same old.
Here’s to the–we don’t know what comes next!
