Typically narcissistic blogging.

Puppies, Flowers, Happiness, and Light

So, not too long ago, I posted this status on Facebook: “In a weird turn of events, I might be about to start dating somebody who actually likes me.”

While to my delight this post received a surprisingly high number of “likes”, there was also some concern (both on Facebook and off) that if somebody were busy making me happy, this blog would become, as my friend Mike put it, “all fluffy bunnies and hearts.”

Gentle Readers, don’t worry

This fantastic, amazing girl may be making me pretty stupidly happy thus far, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a million things to be angry or frustrated about in the world. Privilege and privilege deniers still abound. Wall Street is still fucked up. The Republicans are still waging war against women, minorities, and the poor. The queer community in general is still comprised of second-class citizens in some way or another. Black kids are being murdered by racist fucks, who seem to be getting away with it. I remain constantly teetering on the edge of being unable to support myself. I still suck at guitar. I still work at two clubs. I still ride public transportation. I am still surrounded by other human beings because the stupid zombie apocalypse is late.

I could go on. But you get the point: This blog will never, ever be all fluffy bunnies and hearts. Or fluffy bunny hearts, because I want to keep the five or six readers I have.

I promise: if I have accidentally found actual romantic happiness, almost nothing will change here. The irritable snark is alive and well at terminallysnarky.com. And while I would find it extremely disappointing, this girl could always decide to dump me in some horrible way that includes kicking me in the shins and laughing while I’m down. It seems unlikely, but for those of you who are still worried about the potential for this blog’s descent into cheerful bliss, you can always hope for the worst.

5 responses

  1. rmharman

    Lightning, my parents’ outdoor-only cat, informs me that if your blog were all fluffy bunny hearts all the time, he would totally read your blog. Wait, no, he would EAT your blog. Because he doesn’t know how to read. Or what a blog is. But bunny hearts? Those are frackin’ DELICIOUS.

    April 8, 2012 at 2:02 pm

    • rmharman

      (I am sitting on my parents’ back porch in Phoenix, with Lightning. He really does kill the local bunnies on a regular basis.)

      April 8, 2012 at 2:03 pm

      • I’ll keep that in mind for when I start courting the potential cat audience.

        April 8, 2012 at 10:15 pm

  2. You’re the rain in my blogging day! 🙂

    April 8, 2012 at 6:25 pm

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