Damn you, google reader.

Nov 17, 2009 12:33

I have a serious google reader problem.

Used to be I knew some people who also had livejournals, and I friended them and read their journals via my "friends" page on livejournal.

Then I met people who had other sorts of blogs.. blogspot, wordpress, etc. In order to read those, I'd have to remember the URL, or make a bookmark in all the various browsers/places I might be using. Then I started reading other kinds of sites that updated daily/regularly. The whole thing just got to be a huge time-consuming mess, but that didn't diminish my commitment to it in any way.

Then I discovered google reader. I could just toss all those blogs and rss feeds into google reader, and it would tell me whenever any of the things I followed were updated! This appealed to my laziness. However, it also Enabled the voyeuristic and obsessive part of me. Because now I could easily just add any old blog I wanted, even if it wasn't necessarily something I had great interest in. Which has slowly snowballed into me having 118 subscriptions in google reader. I just now checked the number. 118! And that's in addition to my 126 livejournal friends (most of whom never update).

Some of them are friends' personal blogs. Some are personal blogs of friends of friends, who I've never actually met, but we have common interests. Some are daily shirts for sale, some are daily pictures.

Several web comics, some bad fashion blogs, a couple big name bloggers.

Recipe or food sites, several blogs of parents with kids who have CDH, which I have only a not-oft-seen-in-person connection to. And some famous people.

And many others, obviously. If I think it sounds even vaguely interesting, in it goes. Sometimes I'll realize it's not stuff that interests me and remove it later, but mostly I just spend some time each day going through the new posts, usually quickly glancing over and past the things not closely related to me, enjoying the comics and recipes, enjoying catching up with my friends' lives, enjoying bad cakes and clothes, and feeling like a big ol' voyeur.

But if we didn't want random people to read our thoughts, we wouldn't put them out here for random people to read.

Hey, anonymous people. Who's out there reading this?
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