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Maybe
Maybe?
sidebar: This post is stupid, irrevelant and has little if any literary/journalistic value. AS IF it's any different than any other post?
I got into blogging back in September. I really didn't think I'd be writing very much at all and frankly I thought I would have ditched the whole thing within the first two weeks or after the third post, whichever came first.
Initially I was terrified (in a stupid, sweaty, stage fright sort of way). I sure as hell didn't think I could've come up with some of the crap that I have.
Now, I look at everything in my day in a "blogworthy/not blogworthy" way. I edit my conversations, like I would a post. During the day I sneak over to the sitemeter to see if somebody's been by to read anything. I try and figure out who's who on the sitemeter report (by the way, "co.uk" who are you?). My friends and family rate my posts, and give me pointers on what I should write about. I pray for comments (had to slip that one in). I've even found myself getting really caught up in other's stories, your stories.
Point here? I dig it! (God I can't believe I used that term, but it fit.)
Question? Can blogging be compulsive? Maybe? Should I consider therapy/medication? Maybe? Should I get a life? Definitely. Now, that I've come clean I'll just summarize with a big ol' drunken, "I luhv ya man!...nah really...Iuh...I mea-uhn it.... I luhv ya man!" (quit rolling your eyes, that was totally tongue-in-cheek.)
12/10/2003 10:33:35 PM
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