Occasionally I’ll write a post I think is good at the time, then I’ll see it again and it’ll bug me so much I’ll delete it.
Who knows what will trigger this deletion? Maybe a seemingly condescending tone of voice, a generally stupid ramble, perhaps even misspelling the town name “Petoskey”.
It could be anything.
Just remember, if a part of my blog goes missing, please don’t panic.
You’ll probably delete this post some day. Why, man, why?
National security.
If only we could do this same thing with life. Imagine what chunks we could delete.
Petoskey? You made that word up, didn’t you?
I don’t like the uncertainty, though I’d love the power to delete some disastrous moments of my life.
I always thought that it was just a temporal anomaly.
I did that yesterday. Did a piece on hearing the joyous words “UV index ” on the weather. We in the north rejoice over those words in May.
Then I wondered if it was post I’d seen somewhere else. Then I worried that that person would see my post and think: plagiarizer!
So I removed it.