I haven’t been blogging that long, only a few months really. And, I will readily admit that I am not nearly as dedicated as other bloggers; it’s a miracle if I write a new post every week…even though I look up my stats daily. (What! I just want your approval so much! I want to know that I’m loved!) Fairly soon into my blogging experience I discovered Freshly Pressed. If, for whatever strange reason, you don’t know what that is, please allow me to explain. On the WordPress homepage, there is a tab for Freshly Pressed, which is supposedly the best blog posts from that moment. I was actually pleasantly surprised that I liked (and am now following) many of these blogs due solely to discovering them on Freshly Pressed. When reading that person’s follow-up posts they would always express the shock and excitement of being one of the acclaimed and the number of new readers they gained because of it. Well…people…I want that experience! I want it! Since I felt that overcoming surge of envy and jealousy I keep thinking that my next post will be on that elusive tab. Gosh darnit! I’ve tried to write some fun posts with cute pics (more fun than my normal posts), but as of yet, I have not gained that exclusive status of Freshly Pressed. Let me tell you, it has become exhausting trying to be the best. (Okay, so I don’t really try that hard, but it’s always in the back of my mind.) Seriously though, I’ve had some brainstorming sessions trying to think of witty posts or interesting photos to include…and usually I end up with bupkis. I guess I should just forget about the whole thing; it’s not as though I don’t have enough stress in my life. After all, I’ve never been the best of the best. It’s not as though I started this blog with the intention of becoming an internet sensation. We all know that’s what sex tapes are for, and I do porn under a different name. I’m just kidding! (Or am I?) In truth, I started this blog to have a creative outlet in my life, to have the freedom of doing something somewhat anonymously, but still truthfully. So…I’ve made the decision…for my own good…to leave the dream behind.
Freshly Pressed, you made me freshly stressed (that’s some clever rhyming right there) and I’ve decided it’s best for both of us if I move on. I don’t need you looking down on me, with your constant disapproval! I don’t need you cheating on me with other blogs! I’m better than this, I’m better than you! I’m going to do things for me! This Vagabond is moving on, and not looking back. I have friends (not many), I have people in my life that like my blogs and read them constantly (complete lie), so I don’t need your love. I’m going back to the way this all started; I’m going to write for me, just for me, and no one else. I will share my experiences and my photos for the simple joy of sharing them, and I will want nothing in return.
And, Freshly Pressed, just to prove that I am over you….here is a photo of a giraffe.