#298: MY FELLOWS, YOUR DEAR JOHNS SUCK

My dear fellow bloggers out there, I have a request to make, and it will be a simple one to fulfill. It is simple, because all it requires is that you don't commit a certain act, and not committing an act is an easy thing, yes? My request is this:

Do not write a generalized Dear John letter to your audience when you decide to stop publishing material in a particular weblog.

It's depressing as hell. I will be spending an hour or so reading through material from individuals that I have come to enjoy knowing things about for whatever reason, chuckling to myself about spontaneous turkey death and rectal thermometers, and then I will innocently click on a link to somebody like this guy, and find myself confronted with some kind of whistful explanation for this being the last time ever that I will hear of a particular person.

I would much prefer a protracted silence during which it eventually dawns on me that perhaps, just maybe, a particular weblogger has bowed out. By the time I have figured it out, so much time has passed that my emotional concern about their lack of presence registers as a shoulder-shrugging meh, and I don't have to go through the back-patting, hand-shaking I'll miss you and don't go entreaties.

So, to all you quitters out there: QUIT IT.


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"A Familiar Letter" by Oliver Wendell Holmes


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