Originally posted on my old blog, Get Up Eight, which died when I didn't renew the domain. Reposting entries I enjoyed.
So, let’s be frank here shall we? Blogging…I’m not good at it. Don’t get me wrong, I have all the best intentions. I have moments practically every day where I think “That would be such a funny blog” or “I should really write about this” but then…well, I don’t. Maybe I sit down to do it but then my apartment is too cold to stay at the computer or I’m hungry or I need to pee or what is my cat doing or is there a rerun of America’s Next Top Model that I’ve seen 73 times on television? You see where I’m going.
So, let’s be frank here shall we? Blogging…I’m not good at it. Don’t get me wrong, I have all the best intentions. I have moments practically every day where I think “That would be such a funny blog” or “I should really write about this” but then…well, I don’t. Maybe I sit down to do it but then my apartment is too cold to stay at the computer or I’m hungry or I need to pee or what is my cat doing or is there a rerun of America’s Next Top Model that I’ve seen 73 times on television? You see where I’m going.
If only I had a laptop, I lament, I would be such an awesome blogger.
No, I wouldn’t.
At some point while pondering New Years Resolutions, I
thought that I might want to really start updating my blog and writing more. I
would talk about everything! I would make goals! I would DIY! I would network!
I would be funny! I would be touching! I would share art! I would talk about my
day to day life! It would be awesome!
Look at your calendar. As I’m writing this, mine says January 12th,
which is a full 11 days after the rest of the world had settled into working on
their resolutions. Mine haven’t even been written and if I’m being honest, they
never will be.
Okay, I did write some resolutions. But I was drunk and can’t read
them. Story of my unhelpful life.
If you’ll allow me a moment to get a little introspective, I
believe my problem with blogging is this: any blog that I create is based on
the notion that people will have to like me, as a person, for whatever reason,
in order to read it. This cuts my readership down to about 5 if I’m being
generous. Why? Because here’s the deal – I’m not going to teach you how to cook
anything. At best, I may share a photo of something I cooked – at worst, I’ve
started eating it before the thought occurs to me. I can’t be expected to take
progress pictures, who do you think I am? Replace “cook” with “craft”, “draw”,
“DIY” and any other common blog topic that involves the process. Obviously, I’m not eating all of that after
completion, but you get what I’m saying.
Did you know I painted this desk? I did. It tasted really great, too.
I’m also not going to give you helpful tips on how to live
your life to its full potential or get out of debt or open a 401k like other
common blog genres. Why? Because when I’m looking at my electric bill at the
same time I’m looking at concert tickets for a concert that’s not even in my
state, I’m buying the tickets and worrying about it later. That blog would be
called “How To Get In Debt & Stay There.” I also don’t care how you quit
your job and are now blogging from beaches in Fiji. Know why? Because in order
to have that life you have to write really boring blogs about how other Joe
Schmoes can do the same thing and I’m nodding off just thinking about it.
Full disclosure, I have a 401k. Do you know how it works? I don’t.
I don’t care about SEO. I consider networking just a way to
get free drinks. I don’t want to utilize social media to my advantage. I find
all that horribly boring and would probably be stomping my way to the computer
like Paul Rudd having to clean up his plate in Wet Hot American Summer if I had
to read about it without getting paid for it, forget about blogging about it.
So, without a niche, shall we say, anything I blog is about
me or things I think are funny/interesting, and relies on you liking me enough
to read it. I don’t even like me enough for that. I’m kind of smarmy and have a
bad habit of getting fixated on things. Obviously, I think my fixations are
funny but twitter has shown me that other people may not always agree. That’s
right, I was persecuted and unfollowed for professing my love of Tim Riggins
and Hanson.
Professing it 1440 times doesn’t seem like that much to me.
I suppose what I’m getting at here is this: my intentions
are to update my blog more. It didn’t work out for me last time because I was
trying to have A BLOG where I posted about IMPORTANT GOALS and WORTHY TOPICS
and that just doesn’t work for me. I want to be vaguely anonymous in terms of
never connecting my social media/blog to my job, and write about that time I
dropped my pizza in a puddle and cried about it or that time I gutted a teddy
bear to sneak a video camera into a concert.
Welcome to that.
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