I hereby attest to my lack of capacity to continue following your “or so you would think it is weekly” piece. I have assessed the situation in as a deep analysis as I could muster, and I have decided that I am in no position to continue this journey with you.
I, however much I love and admire you, cannot continue because of the most selfish of reasons. On the one hand, I am not receiving what I believe I am entitled to receiving as your reader. What I am trying to say in no more than the wrong words, is that I feel left out of your life. As a reader, I feel alienated from your work and your life. I cannot just be a bystander to your catch phrases and silly tales and fantasies.
You, on the other hand, seem to be quite content just visiting the idea of a reader every so often. I have no idea what insights you to do so, but lemme tell you something: I no longer can be on the short end of receiving attention and admiration. I too deserve to be admired a few times a week.
So, in conclusion, you cold cod fish of a writer… give in to me or eat crow.