Rejection: Keep Your Sandwich

My blog has been in obscurity for some time, and until recently, I've always thought this was good.  My line of thinking this was for safety reasons, whether real or imagined, I dunno.  You see, Facebook has become a place where your life story can be researched by anyone, including people I might want employment from.  Sensibly, its not a place to discuss things like depression, sex, duct tape, spiders or use profanity to get a point across.  To me, Facebook belongs in family category, where you can read about the happy fluffy things and that's about it.  However, I like to write, but, don't have time to babysit a million comment places.. and after much thought, chose Blogger.  Google seems to have a safe haven where my writing can be in one place, and I wouldn't get emails with attachments of people's nether-regions as tokens of appreciation.  I learned this tidbit being a member of Friend finder for a little while.  I wasn't looking to ply my wares in joining there, but it was fun to hold a top position for a long time.. but .. you know.. the manamanah thing makes the idea of that website clash with who I am really.  I made one fantastic friend whom I speak with often, and whom I cite as helping save my marriage even.  Sidenote:  We became friends because of his first comment on one of my posts:  You spelled paraphernalia correctly.  We became fast friends, and well, still are.  If only I could network and have more friends like George.  I promise I'm getting to the point.  What I realized is that I missed people commenting.  I missed the ease of commenting on other people's thoughts of the day.  In going around the net, I tire of anecdotes and plagiarized kittens, misspelled euphemisms and hairball hacking crap.  I almost signed back up for Friend finder just because of the banter.  However, I happened upon Blogger and decided obscurity was better.  Then latenight, read an email about improving site traffic.  Why not?  So I signed up for Adsense.  To my dismay, I am peddling anything Google wants to grace my blog with.  Killjoys.

Upon further reading and befuddlement, I have a lot to learn about website building.  My reaction:  I want to throw a tantrum.  Who has time for this?  No, I don't want to pay for it!!  I really wanted that cookie world.  *sigh*  What to do now.  I really want to write, I have kept handwritten things for years.. but this is better.  In writing though, this is the way I do it, and I have no uber-skills except those handed to me by the 'joys' of my daily life.

I'm not mad at Google.  I'm more disappointed that because I don't follow norms, used the word Fuck and other profanity.. I'm speculating... and I don't specifically promote one thing only when I write ..

So give up writing?  Nah.. So what that a blog is about an interest or product.  I can't market life and will not stoop to marketing myself... there are streetcorners if I become that desperate.

I learned something new:  I must package my Sandwich in a more attractive package that's rated E for everyone, not G for Google.

This is as graceful as I get.
Whaaa!