I’ve been doing this blogging thing for over 2 1/2 years years now, and pretty regularly I might add. When there are so many things I have to be bitter about, there has always been a wealth of subjects to choose from. You’ve probably read a few posts and cringed thinking “Is it even possible for this guy to write any worse about a subject?” and you would be spot on. I can tell you for a fact that there were some days when I could barely spit out enough words to express how bitter I was. Those days were the most bitter for me. Especially when I started a subject that I knew was super bitter, but started it and had no clue where the heck it was going. I abandoned these poor posts into the Lost World called drafts. If this blog was a BluRay, these would be the deleted scenes, or more appropriately the bloopers. If this blog was a Time Machine, these would be the Dolorean without the flux capacitor.
At this moment, there are 142 Lost Posts(and that is just the ones that are here on WordPress. I have dozens more notes in my phone taking up space.) that have never seen the light of day, and may never. But I was thinking that every once in a while I will let a post out, and you can take a look at one that started with some bitterness and fizzled out or just never had any business being a post. You can thrash it, scoff at it, make fun of its grammar and spelling, or give me hints on how I might revive it. Or just ignore it, like I should have in the first place. So, with all that ado, I present you my First Lost Bitter Post.
This one was started back on April 18, 2013 (were any of your blogs even born then?) and I called it Monument of Bitterness.
When I was growing up, I lived right near one of the most famous national monuments in the world. By close I mean 372 miles away according to google, so of course I went at least once every 15 years. Since I lived in South Dakota for 15 years, I did manage to go once. As fun as it is to stare at some people’s granite faces for an hour, it wasn’t. If I wanted to do that, I would stare at Congress, which I refuse to do. I was more interested in the nearby town called Hot Springs, that surprisingly had a natural hot spring. They built an indoor waterslide park that had rocks on the bottom of the pool. And the water was warm (also a shocker).
I don’t know if it just the condescending look of these guys faces, but they make me bitter. It’s like they actually got together in a famous presidents conference and told someone that a they needed to go to the middle of America at a future date, where there was nothing else and find a mountain and carve granite images of them. Like we are supposed to be impressed with some guys that did speeches on taxes or signed some bill on health care? Where is the mountain for bitterness?
Though these guys seem bitter by the looks on their faces, deep down inside they were probably happy people that enjoyed their lives.
mountain needed sure the people on the mountain are famous for some reason. Maybe they passed a bill on health care or made a rousing speech about taxes. Sure they should be applauded for that. I’m just very bitter about it not being updated in about 100 years or something like that. I think it is time we updated this monument. How about instead of four faces of presidents in granite, we build a monutment to bitterness. If we can’t find more than
And then it ended there. So, what do you think? Revive it, send it to the trash, ignore it?
Bitter “The Lost Blog Posts” Ben