Diss is Dizgraceland

 

I don't know if people still use the term "Diss" anymore. I used the name "Dissgraceland" for awhile several years ago when I was trying to protect my blog from a trolling stalker. "Dizgraceland" kind of has that "Dissgraceland" vibe. It all would have been a lot easier if the guy who stole the "Disgraceland" name twenty-some years ago hadn't of bought the URL. I think half the reason people can't find my blog is that no one gets "Dizgraceland."

The other half of the reason is that no one is looking for it. I've given up telling people I write a blog, especially when I'd watch their eyes glaze over when they ask for the address. Asking you for your blog address is right up there with saying, "We should get together for lunch some time."

I used to think people didn't want to catch up with what I'm doing because I didn't stay in touch with them. I finally realized people just don't want to stay in touch, period. I'm not even sure it is anything personal. Life just has too much going on.

Hell, I don't even talk to my own brothers more than once or twice a year. And I can't say I feel like I'm missing anything. 

Even the phrase, "So what have you been up to?" is ridiculous. If you haven't been around some one for a few months or years, they really don't want to hear a recap of what you have been doing.

I wrote about this before, so forgive me for repeating, but before my 10th high school reunion, they asked people to write up something about what they had been up to since high school. I made the mistake of actually recapping the ten years since I'd been in high school. I was trying to be funny. But I wrote a couple of pages and most people just wrote a paragraph or two.

Awkward.

You would have thought I had learned a lesson before I did that PowerPoint at my staff meeting a few months ago that recapped my life at my job. That truly taught me that people don't give a shit. But it did teach me that I wasn't as interesting or well liked by my staff as I thought. 

I was at a work celebration last Tuesday. There were more people at the gathering than I'd seen at work since before the pandemic. I was standing off to the side and this young guy came up to me and asked me if I drove a train (I was wearing some company swag clothing including a dad hat with the train line name on it). I said no, I was the marketing director. He stared at me blankly for a minute and then asked, "So what do you do?" I muttered something about advertising and social media. Then I realized I should have just said, "Yes, I drive a train."

Does it really matter?