And isn't it really hard to blog without blogger?
I mean, I know that my brain is still here and that my computer is still here, but I have like 3 drafts of posts that basically have like a sentence each in them that are supposed to get me started. And I kept thinking of things and then flipping to blogger and being completely unable to write them down in an easy way (never mind the fact that I could have typed them up somewhere else or used a paper and pen). So blogger, I say to you: Booooooo.
Which reminds me. Someone in the google family has a similar sense of humor to the one that I have. Hence this little gem:
Oh google chrome, I knew we were soul mates. Every time things suck, I too say Boo. Also, can you even read that? It says boo
OK, so let’s witty-gritty. It’s like the nitty-gritty except it’s the part where I try to be witty. Which is not to say that I succeed very often. I would say about 80% of the time I end up thinking I posted is like when someone changes their facebook status to show that they bought a gallon of ice cream at Albertson’s – does anyone really care?
But that’s the whole point of this post. The point is that blogs are such a weird concept. I basically share a little piece of my world with some shapeless audience and pretend that you all are hanging on my every word (But aren’t you though?). And you in turn decide to read it all, personal information and all, even if you don’t know me very well. I know because I do it. I read blogs of strangers. They are (for the most part) somewhat famous on the internetz for the blogging skills, so it’s not that weird, but still, it’s pretty weird. I know intimate details of the lives of women who live in New York, DC, Provo, and Arizona. I have never met these women. But I know the nicknames that they have for their husbands and a lot of the things that make them laugh. Creepy? In some ways yes, and in some ways it is actually quite awesome. I feel connected with these women and I like it.
I was trying to put into words why I blog recently because I was supposed to get other students to be interested in blogging at an activity fair at my school. The thing is, I don’t even really like writing. I think I like attention. I like telling stories. I like being able to put into words the new beliefs and ideas that I get about my life. I try to do it often, because I think it makes my brain work better. To have an entire infinity of people to bounce ideas off of.
I also try not to do things that are easy. Because most of the time I bore myself writing them. Like posts that are like OMG listen to my cool cool life. Or lists. At the start of this blog I did a lot of lists because they were easy. But not in a while. They’re easy to write but boring to read. Stories are better. But since I suck at those, quips and anecdotes do. And mostly I try to do things where my personality comes through. So that I don’t sound like my life is perfect or that the things that I think are funny are actually the funniest things in the world (but f’reals, that spinach joke was hilarious ….. to me) or really anything where I come off as the awesomest (unless it is a reference to how I am the awesomest at life, because well, the obvious reason). But at the same time, a blog is soooo narcissistic.
I don’t know. This post is already too long, but I can’t really tell because I wrote it in a word document instead of in blogger. And I also don’t really know what I’m getting at except to say that blogging is weird but I like it. Is that weird
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