The Anti-Subject Line

Yesterday I bought a ridiculously cheap jacket. It was about eleven dollars with taxes. Pretty good right?

Well, I felt pretty guilty about it afterwards since the only way it could have been so cheap was if it was made by poor little starving children in some backwater country.

But then I thought about all the clothes I buy, and how many of them are actually made from child labour. Probably a lot. So why do I feel less guilty when I spend fifty dollars, than when I spend ten?

I'm not to sure. I guess because the pain of a lighter wallet makes me feel like I've sacrificed enough not to feel the guilt. Obviously that's a pretty dumb way of looking at it, but that doesn't make it less true.

Anyways, I think I had to much Sangria last night when I started thinking about all of this. But you get the idea.

On to something else entirely. When I started this blog about a month ago, I did it because I thought I had something to say worth reading. Something to say worth discussing. And I wanted to write it all down in medium that it could do just that. Be read.

Unfortunately, the posts here are simply not being read. How do I know that? Well my google analytics tells me so. Wonderful thing, that google. I never expected instantaneous readers. But I kinda hoped that maybe my friends or family would contribute a little bit. Apparently I'm so boring that not even they are interested.

This isn't the end for Some Fantastic, but I think that I just won't post nearly as often. Or at least put double or triple the effort into each post. Make every entry loads better, half the time? Yeah, maybe that'll work.

Lack of motivation has always been my downfall.