Everyone else is doing it...

Apparently blogging is cool... one person does it, tells someone else about it, that person thinks it's cool, fun, neato to have their opions, views, thoughts, emotions, etc., posted online for everyone to see because they believe that what they think matters, and so on, and so forth. It's a vicious cycle really. So now, there are millions of uninteresting people posting their uninteresting junk online. I am one of them... now. It pains me, but it's true.



Why does blogging make you feel special? Well, obviously, you think that your words are so profound that people can't stop themselves from reading them. Their lives will change. Their problems will disappear. The trivial things that make their lives miserable will magically no longer irritate them. And you know why? Because you read a facsinating quote somewhere and wrote an entire fucking blog about what it means or how it touched your life or made you a better person. How about this one: Live life to the fullest, Carpe Diem!!!! .......... Have I changed your life yet?



People blog because they want to feel like people care about what they have to say. If no one ever reads this, I won't blame them. People blog because they think they have some profound lessons to teach others. If you're 50 or younger, you have nothing to teach anyone. And this "well, not to stereotype, but..."...... yeah, that's stereotyping. Genius. No one cares that you don't like yourself or you miss your boyfriend or that you fight with your parents or are jealous of your best friend. You're making drama for yourself because you like to complain... and you think it's iteresting for people to hear about your problems.



EUREKA! I HAVE AN IDEA!

I'll hide my roommates favorite shirt so that when she gets ready to go out this weekend and can't find her favorite shirt-of-all-time-ever to wear, she'll blame me! That'll make people sympathize and feel bad for me... They'll wanna hear about how horrid and wretched my life is. Then, my roommate and I will get into a huge arguement! She'll blame for taking her clothes, her laxatives (well, duh, who doesn't have an eating disorder nowadays), and her last 10 boyfriends (read, "random hookups"). *GASP* and then I get to come back to blogger.com and write all about it... and people will read it... and they'll not believe what they're reading... and I'll seem interesting!!!!



please



Write about something, dare I say, intelligent? Actually interesting? Genuinely thoughtful? Edgey?



How about a 21 year-old, chain smoker with tattoo's, piercings, dyed hair, a 3.8GPA in college, president of her department, who can drink two bottles of wine a night and has a full-time 6 month Co-Op with one of the worlds largest food manufacturers under her belt. She loves heavy metal, rock, classical music, jam music, jazz, and the occasional alternative band. Hates most people but absolutely adores a select few. One of her best friends is a tarantula and the other, a guinea pig. Loves all things food, wine, and travel.



Sound like an interesting person to a vast majority of people? Didn't think so.