Lately, you haven’t been very loyal and you haven’t been very good minions either. I mean, sometimes you give me mad love like when you shared my letter to my future offspring all over Facebook. It was pretty good stuff, so I wasn’t surprised. But for the last few weeks it seems like you don’t care anymore. If you’re trying to hurt my feelings, well, mission accomplished. Maybe I’ve thrown a few gutter balls here and there but I am trying. Every Saturday night I sit down with my laptop and I think of ways to make you laugh, or at least smile. Hell, I’ll take a smirk at this point.
On the other hand, who are you to decide whether or not I’m any good? You’re not my parents. You don’t get to tell me that I need to get a car or that I’m too old to have bunk beds. (They’re actually pretty sweet. I got them from the kid section at Ikea.) Anyhow, you should know that writing a post every single week isn’t exactly easy. Oh, you think you can do better? Go ahead and try. No, seriously, I mean it. Rabble Rouse accepts submissions from freelances and we’re always looking for new voices. If you’ve got something to say, give us a holler. See our writer’s guidelines for more info.