Ephemeral self indulgent shit

I think there should be a general rule of blogging that when you’re depressed you shouldn’t blog.  Almost universally it comes across as self-indulgent shit.  Earlier today I posted a post that in retrospect was so mental it was potentially funny.  In a laughing at a mental tramp bothering people outside of Boots kind of way.  To give you a vague idea of what the post was like, at the end I compared the Conservative party and New Labour to a saggy pox afflicted arse.  I had a mental picture of diseased cheeks belonging to the same arse.   Thing is: I hate people that try to convince people of stuff. It’s not that I object to people expressing their opinions it’s just I think it’s possible that vehemence is a mask for ill-thought out ideas.  With stuff I’m sure about if people agree that’s fine and if they don’t they don’t.  I’m still right. If I’m being vehement it is a sign of not being sure I’m right.  So the long-winded psychiatrists wet dream of a post had to go.