Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Why I Blog

In my Dooce post, I mentioned that I don't really read blogs, I just write one.  And that made me realize that I should actually read some blogs.

Superman probably practiced flying a few times before he traveled faster than a speeding bullet.
I bet Chuck Norris did a couple of push-ups before Death had a near-Chuck Norris experience.  
And I'm pretty sure that Al Gore did something before he invented the internet. 

But me?  Nah.  Not me.  I didn't want to waste time on research.  I just started writing, like, all the time.  There's probably a pill for this disorder, but I DIDN'T WANT TO WASTE TIME RESEARCHING IT.

So I spent about an hour reading through different blogs in my genre.  You know - narcissistic Moms with a little too much time on their hands who think that you're actually interested in their kid's soccer game or new breakfast casserole.

Seriously.   Total snoozers.

Music Mondays.  WTH Wednesdays.  Fabulous Fridays.  Sunday Suppers.  I couldn't even make it through the first paragraph without wanting to flip the channel.  I'd rather get laser hair removal than read your Encyclopedia Dramatica.  

Phew!  Glad my blog isn't lame like that. 

But then, something magical happened:   I took off my beer bloggles, looked objectively at my blog and realized that it's the SAME FREAKING CRAP.  Without all the catchy subtitles, of course.

But I always thought that my blog was different?  Great.  Now I feel just as stupid as I did in 1991 when I said that Nirvana sucked and they would never make it.  

Somebody please find my ripcord.  It's time to jump from this plane.   

I wanted to quit blogging.  I was ready to yank this site off the internet - leaving behind only a graveyard of cashed blog tombstones for the technically prophetic stalker to find one day.

And then I thought about how much I would miss it.

I love writing.  I love brainstorming about my next story.  I love the panic that comes after each post when I think, Well, that's it.  I've written about everything that I can possibly write about. 

I guess as annoying as it might be... or rather, as annoying as I might be, I love blogging.

And blogging is a lot cheaper than therapy.  Those shoes aren't going to buy themselves, you know.

So if you are reading this post, THANK YOU!  You deserve a medal or at least a thank you.  So, THANK YOU.  Three's a charm?