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celticsuncat

Tonight's post brought to you by the letter E and the color Green

Jan 06, 2008 00:41

Reading blogs is a terrible addiction. I need to go to a support group or check myself into rehab or something.

Such strange little windows into the lives of people I'll never meet. Such strange and enticing windows.

Maybe the problem is that I only read popular ones, which are always the worst. They depress me. I inevitably end up comparing my own ( Read more... )

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lissalou January 6 2008, 14:19:46 UTC

This more than likely won't make you feel any better, but I figured I would tell you anyway.
It can suck to be a writer. I never knew how much it could suck until I was on the phone with a New York Times bestselling author who had to stop what we were handling together in order to go to a day job, which the author does not seem to find fulfilling or enjoyable. Being an author, even a published author, can bite. The average author would probably get jealous after reading those blogs.

Leave the blogs of death alone!

celticsuncat January 7 2008, 05:06:11 UTC

That does make me feel a little better, actually. ;)

courtneymckenny January 6 2008, 14:34:06 UTC

I know what you mean! All the pictures of the perfect house, all clean and sparkly. I think they rent their kids. Otherwise the house would be a disaster!

I am hoping that someday soon, I will figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Someday....le sigh...

kuaimao January 7 2008, 08:32:32 UTC

OK, I don't know if this will make you feel better either, but "popularity" (well, the high school kind, anyway) CAN kind of suck.

I was a complete and total nerd in elementary school, which followed me into junior high and high school, even after I grew out of my awkwardness. And then my family moved for my last year of high school. And I ended up "popular", because no one knew what a nerd I'd been, and I was blonde.

It wasn't bad, exactly. But it certainly wasn't fulfilling. It probably would have been more fun if I'd liked to drink and do drugs, but most of my time was spent at parties with people who were good-looking but not terribly interesting because they were drunk/high. I promise you, there's no mystique. The glitteriness of the popular isn't real. It's just a facade. Some of the most insecure women I know were in that group; they were just really good at hiding it. Oh, and having the money for those jeans doesn't make you happy. Or popular, for that matter. I knew plenty of nerds with wealthy parents and popular kids who ( ... )