"So you want to be entertained…" Sleater Kinney

A short preface before I begin today's entry. I just wanted to say "thank you" to

newhousenewjob for helping me to embed the video, even though I feel like an idiot for having to ask. Thank you for not treating me like an idiot. Now back to our previously scheduled post...

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A whiner?

That's right. One of your ranks wrote me recently and called me a whiner. They even went so far as to say "I can see now why your wife is divorcing you. "

Why I would slap you with my bankie, if I could just let it go for a moment.

Harumph!

Dear Rob,

You're a whiner.

Dear Anonymous

Am not!

Dear Rob,

Are too.

Dear Anonymous,

Am not! To infinity!

PS Fine whatever! I'll just whine about you in my blog tomorrow.

They also suggested that my blog might be contrived. I promise you I wish it were contrived, but it's not. The characters mentioned in my blog are real, and if they knew I was writing about them, they would attest to it—right after dousing me in chocolate and tossing me into a pit of hyped up 12 year olds. They'll gnaw through bone in 30 seconds…

No love me, hate me, but it's the real me. MyWife will tell you, I never pretended to be anything more or less.

My neighbor asked me the other day. "What if you change?"

"Into what?"

"You know, whatever will make her stay."

"Well, I'd have to know what that is first, and it wouldn't work."

"What do you mean?"

"How long can I change who I am? I can change certain attributes, but I can't be a new Rob. Not really. And if I change myself just to please her, I'll just resent her. No, if she loves me, she'll love me for who I am. If she can't, then, well, that's me too."

And the same goes for you: Love me, hate me, I am Rob, hear me bleat!

Now in all fairness, I know the person wrote me trying to help. They were suggesting that certain elements of my blog could hurt my image with readers. I understand that, I really do. But that's not why I'm writing this. I'm writing this to share my experiences, good, bad, and whiny. Because maybe somebody can make more of this than I can. Maybe somebody can look at this mess, like a great jigsaw puzzle, and put the pieces together. It won't help me, but maybe they can avoid what I'm going through, and they can make things work. That's what I want.

Also, please don't think I'm a hard person to talk to. I'm not. Post if you have something to say, or ask if you have any questions. You're only an outsider if you choose to be. At least that's what I'm learning lately.

So I've been chastised, and I'm sulking today. I was going to end this with something about brevity, and the soul of wit, but I've ranted to long for whit or witty. Yup, looks like Rob's whining again...