October 22, 2004

October 22, 2004

A week goes by and I haven’t written in my blog, I tell myself  it’s not a big deal, journals have no rules about how often you have to write in them, you can just do it tomorrow.  Tomorrow comes and goes, a week, two weeks.  Now I know I
have to write a blog entry, there’s no getting around it, but it has to
be a really good one to make up for the lack of mediocre ones.
Something particularly brilliant, funny or thought provoking.  The
problem is I can’t think of anything remotely good, not even one
worthless unimportant thought worth mentioning.  I  realize
how boring my life really is (happy…very happy, but boring
nonetheless), how crazy it was to start a blog in the first place, and
decide to just forget about the whole xanga thing. 
    After a very freeing month of not feeling guilty,
I’m pretty much assured nobody even comes near my blog, which makes it
available for all the comforting mediocrity in the world.  It’s
the very long road (or perhaps it’s a circle, I’m not sure) of
convincing yourself nobody reads it, and not quite as effective as just
setting it up to be private in the first place.  All very
predictable behavior for a certain curly haired little girl who is
absolutely obsessed about what people think about, which is a rather
honest confession for her,  even if her blog is people-free.
However seeing as lots of people confess it (in fact it’s almost a
cliche) nobody will realize how terribly true it is. 
     Now, back to the first person. 
Speaking of which, I couldn’t decide whether  to write in the
first second or third person, or perhaps no person at all. 
But that’s of no consequence, because I had fun writing it.  In
fact so much fun,  I’ll probably write again next week.