A recent text message to my husband after checking the mail:
"There is a body on our porch."
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
I blog therefore I bore
I've discovered the real flaw in blogging. It comes from boredom.
Recently I was laid-off and forced to search all over the DC/MD area for a new position. During my search I came across many interesting and odd companies and offers, including a porn distributor who was looking for someone to replace his daughter and write scripts for films and an offer to write the notorious "Nigerian Banker" type letters.
Dear Sir, I'm a poor widow from a country you probably don't know exists...I have money to give you...
In addition to the job hunt I also had a few months of hanging around an empty office full of disgruntled and depressed employees and rather petrified and chicken-shit managers and HR reps.
It was a summer bursting with good blog posts. My life was odd, fluctuating and interesting.
So I decided not to blog.
Now that I'm in a new job, going to school, and spending most of my nights rushing home to cook dinner then crawling into bed by 9pm...I am fingering the blogging pen longingly.
And that's the real problem with blogging. We have plenty of time and willpower to blog when our lives are boring and mundane, but when something really interesting happens - when a life event that can be engaging and relatable from people all over the world comes up - we're too busy, you know, living it rather than writing about it.
Let's be honest. We read blog posts in order to find that one line or moment that reminds us of our own little life. Then we share it in comments. We're looking for something that makes us feel - we don't really care what the blog author feels, or even says. As long as we can find a way to relate ourselves to it. Or get something interesting and new out of it
And unfortunately when my life is new and interesting and fresh - I don't feel like sharing.
But you can have all my boredom you want.
Recently I was laid-off and forced to search all over the DC/MD area for a new position. During my search I came across many interesting and odd companies and offers, including a porn distributor who was looking for someone to replace his daughter and write scripts for films and an offer to write the notorious "Nigerian Banker" type letters.
Dear Sir, I'm a poor widow from a country you probably don't know exists...I have money to give you...
In addition to the job hunt I also had a few months of hanging around an empty office full of disgruntled and depressed employees and rather petrified and chicken-shit managers and HR reps.
It was a summer bursting with good blog posts. My life was odd, fluctuating and interesting.
So I decided not to blog.
Now that I'm in a new job, going to school, and spending most of my nights rushing home to cook dinner then crawling into bed by 9pm...I am fingering the blogging pen longingly.
And that's the real problem with blogging. We have plenty of time and willpower to blog when our lives are boring and mundane, but when something really interesting happens - when a life event that can be engaging and relatable from people all over the world comes up - we're too busy, you know, living it rather than writing about it.
Let's be honest. We read blog posts in order to find that one line or moment that reminds us of our own little life. Then we share it in comments. We're looking for something that makes us feel - we don't really care what the blog author feels, or even says. As long as we can find a way to relate ourselves to it. Or get something interesting and new out of it
And unfortunately when my life is new and interesting and fresh - I don't feel like sharing.
But you can have all my boredom you want.
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