The Dead Pool is going away soon.
It’s not that I don’t still routinely find myself in conversations with heroin junkies or former prostitutes. It’s not that I don’t still enjoy trying to make pedantic rehashings of my weekends seem somehow exciting. It’s not that I don’t enjoying ranting, unfiltered, about everything from Boston sports to my juvenile, jaded dealings with the other sex. And it’s not that I don’t still enjoy writing. I do. A lot, actually.
But truth be told I’m giving up on blogging because it’s become inhibited. I don’t feel I have the freedom to say what I think or feel anymore. As I sit here, I’m actually trying to find the polite words I want to address the issue, but I simply can’t. And what’s more upsetting is that I feel that I should have to.
So this whole site will be deleted in the coming days. You can thank the people that never bothered to care about my opinion until it was out there for the world to see for that. I’d prefer not to have to defend myself against the people who made claims to support my writing anymore. So they’ll get what they want: this blog will disappear, as much as anything can from the Internet.
And I’ll get what I want: them, removed from any meaningful part of my life. It was an all or nothing scenario, and they abused the privilege of my trust when I allowed them to see the “all.” Now they get nothing.
To those of you who have read this blog, in all its irrelevance, irreverence and outright stupidity: thank you for your support, your comments, your feedback, your arguments and everything else. Sorry if this proves to be a disappointment to any you, but it’s time to pull the plug on The Pool.
So for one final time:
Peace,
{VM}
