The Corpuscle

I can't stand reading blogs anymore.

The irony is this comes on a day when Avedon (guesting at Political Animal) renders a wise post on the subject of Democratic politicians not paying enough attention to all the facts available in the leftward blogosphere. She's right, of course. Our guys should stop being so dumb. They are in the business of (supposedly) being informed, after all, so come on Democrats...

But then I feel like a complete phony chiding them for not doing something I can barely bring myself to do anymore. It's funny because I've always been interested in keeping myself well-informed. Naturally, I was pleased when all of these interesting and informative blogs first appeared before my eyes. But I tell you... I can't take it anymore.

I'll get over this, right? Probably I'm just reading the wrong blogs?

I feel like I'm in Commentary Borscht Belt. Even the funny blogs have started to bore the crap out of me. It feels like I'm sitting at the bar, completely shnockered, ordering another scotch and just barely keeping myself from throwing my drink at the hack up there on the stage.

I can't stand myself when I get like this.

You don't have to say it. I know the problem is with me. I had a friend who was diagnosed late in life with ADHD and I thought at the time... well, I'm not as bad as he is, but I do get easily bored by things. I wonder if...?

But, no, I don't think so.

Maybe it's just Ennui? Maybe I am just World Weary?

That sounds all suitably grown-up and everything. I'd rather believe that about myself, no matter how pompous and disgusting it makes me seem, than believe I'm just an obnoxious drunk at the bar, on the verge of getting bounced out of the place for heckling the talent.

But I don't know... maybe while I'm drinking myself under the table ("I'm resting here! Step over me! It's not like I'm charging for the air-rights!") somebody else could figure out a way to be more interesting? Don't look at me. I'm as hackneyed and as echo-chambery and as tedious as the rest of them. If I could make what I have to say more interesting, believe me I would do it.

It's not like what's out there isn't important. And it isn't like a lot of the bloggers aren't perfectly good writers. So that makes me think the problem is elsewhere. In addition to being in me, that is.

People do say the first step in solving your problem is admitting you have one. Okay, so I admit it. I have a problem.

I can barely start a browser anymore for fear I might be tempted to read a blog.