Yesterday on the way to church I was having a few thoughts about blogging so I spoke them into a note on my phone in case I forgot as I am wont to do. But really, how could I forget crap like this? I'm having one of those moments like I do about once a year. You know, that moment when I seriously consider giving up blogging/writing for life because because!
Blogging is so narcissistic. Who really is listening or cares about what I write that much? I am so embarrassed when people tell me that they read what I write. So why am I writing? Why write if you don't want people to read it? This is just stupid. Shouldn't I have better things to do? Is this how my life is going to be? Documented on the Internet with poor photography?
The things I write about are really dumb and trivial, everyday blahdy blah blah crap. I think I have some sort of blogging bipolar or something like that. One day I'm all, "Subscribe to me! Read my blather!" and the next cringing, "Oh, gosh! I can't believe you read that mess!"
Will futuristic scientists be studying the people of our time right now by combing Internet archives? Geez, what a job! Perhaps by then there will be legal stimulants stronger than coffee that are just as cheap and popular.
Where am I going with all this? Nowhere, really. I have no point.
Perhaps all this frippery is the introduction for when I write something actually worth reading.