Thinking ...
I was reading a magazine the other day, and it taled about online blogs. Initially the author was talking about her little brother, and a childhood memory of when he read her secret diary. She then said that the experience was kind of a fantasy for people who maintain blogs.
Hmm...
Okay then.
She did go on to say that she found several blogs that changed her opinion. Well-written ones. Not just the "I went to the grocery store today..." ones. But in the end she really made no conclusion.
Why I read this crap I really don't know. I guess I'm just lashing out irrationally, since I was strictly forbidden from owning magazines when I was in hugh school; now, I am a chronic subscriber to everything.
But if the only reason that anyone writes in a blog is for others to read it, then why do I write in this thing? Maybe three people read it. Maybe.
I used to have a nice little LJ network, and then the fad died, and I'm basically the only one left that updates. So ... why *do* I still update?
And, furthremore, why *doesn't* anyone read this?
I think I need more LJ friends.
The last time I tried just randomly adding people, though, it SERIOUSLY backfired. Not everyone got mad at me, but several people did.
So do I write in here to cover up for my lack of social skills?
If so, then why don't I go on myspace?
Maybe I *should* just go on myspace, and create a little account, and link it to here...
And why the hell do I care if anyone ever reads this drivel? If I go around trying to get people to read it, then what does that make me? A fad, no?
And then the fad will die, and I will be left with three people again, yes?
BAH
I deeply want to go back to Evansville, so that I can feel like I have friends again. I feel out of touch with everyone here. I hardly talk to anyone but Humberto and my family. No one is ever online anymore. Maybe now I'm getting all annoyed that nobody reads my journal because I have no *real* people to talk to.
I want to go visit Evansville. Now.
And again later.
Because I feel like, by the time I get back there, nobody will remember/care who I am, and I will NOT have ANY friends.
Furthermore, I need to get in touch with my friends who are HERE, and stop pretending that just because I am sick, that I am dead. I am not dead. I need to go prove it.
And maybe I will just be a little myspace sheep. Hell, I might be able to get 5 more people to read this.
Hmm...
Okay then.
She did go on to say that she found several blogs that changed her opinion. Well-written ones. Not just the "I went to the grocery store today..." ones. But in the end she really made no conclusion.
Why I read this crap I really don't know. I guess I'm just lashing out irrationally, since I was strictly forbidden from owning magazines when I was in hugh school; now, I am a chronic subscriber to everything.
But if the only reason that anyone writes in a blog is for others to read it, then why do I write in this thing? Maybe three people read it. Maybe.
I used to have a nice little LJ network, and then the fad died, and I'm basically the only one left that updates. So ... why *do* I still update?
And, furthremore, why *doesn't* anyone read this?
I think I need more LJ friends.
The last time I tried just randomly adding people, though, it SERIOUSLY backfired. Not everyone got mad at me, but several people did.
So do I write in here to cover up for my lack of social skills?
If so, then why don't I go on myspace?
Maybe I *should* just go on myspace, and create a little account, and link it to here...
And why the hell do I care if anyone ever reads this drivel? If I go around trying to get people to read it, then what does that make me? A fad, no?
And then the fad will die, and I will be left with three people again, yes?
BAH
I deeply want to go back to Evansville, so that I can feel like I have friends again. I feel out of touch with everyone here. I hardly talk to anyone but Humberto and my family. No one is ever online anymore. Maybe now I'm getting all annoyed that nobody reads my journal because I have no *real* people to talk to.
I want to go visit Evansville. Now.
And again later.
Because I feel like, by the time I get back there, nobody will remember/care who I am, and I will NOT have ANY friends.
Furthermore, I need to get in touch with my friends who are HERE, and stop pretending that just because I am sick, that I am dead. I am not dead. I need to go prove it.
And maybe I will just be a little myspace sheep. Hell, I might be able to get 5 more people to read this.