I want to talk about the blog-o-sphere for one hot sec. Can we just all truthfully admit for one fucking second what we are really doing on the Google-nets?
It cracks me up when people pretend like they aren’t trying to make a name for themselves with their blog….
You have a fucking blog. You’re either…
A. Pregnant…and want to force all of society to be happy for your “blessing from God”…(we’re not, by the way).
B. Just recently watched “Julie and Julia” and thought, “Who doesn’t want another recipe blog…that could potentially land me a book deal? “
Or C. You are trying to get fucking famous…with your thought provoking, fucking thoughts (which aren’t, by the way).
Side note: I’m fucking drunk as I write this…so I apologize for all the typos/grammar mistakes/racial slurs.
Any who…I ’m not even going to pretend like I don’t fall into the latter. Of course, I’m trying to get fucking famous.
I want to write for a living…who doesn’t?! You make your own hours…you can drink constantly (on the job)…and people are forced to take your opinion “seriously” because your opinions obviously must have some merit since you are paid a salary to write about them.
And let’s not forget about the narcissism. If you have a blog…you are one narcissistic son of a bitch. Don’t even pretend like you’re not.
My ego is fucking huge…and all this blog does (especially recently) is perpetuate that situation.
I think I’m hilarious. No scratch that…I know I am hilarious. Why? Because I have a fucking blog.
It’s just like taking a creative writing class in college…you know you are a good writer…you just want to force 20+ people to be jealous of your “written gift.”
However, the blog-o-sphere leaves you in a very weird existence…seeing as there are a 1,000,000,000+ blogs on the internets as I type this sentence.
What makes you special? What makes me special? Nothing… unless you are me. Then you are fucking awesome.
And welcome to the never-ending narcissistic cycle of being a blog writer. Not like you didn’t already know this truth…just thought I’d make you (and myself) feel a little worse.
Happy blogging.
C and not in denial.
ReplyDeleteYou're probably right. probably.
ReplyDeleteAt least regarding EVERYONE but me!
Seriously, though: I write whether anyone is reading or not. And I also try to hold myself to a writing schedule.
This way, I get to be reminded that a) writing can become a chore just like anything else; and b) I'm not as brilliant as I think sometimes. It keeps me in check for those days when I'm trying to convince myself I ought to try and be a professional writer...
Good perspective, Katy.
DeleteSee, I started a blog because I had to make sure I was writing [ something] in between not writing. But obviously C has always appealed to me, writers love readers, yes I have grown up writing, yes it is an outlet, but I want to be published and I want work, and my blog has gotten me work, and thus serves quite a purpose, who doesn't love some tender loving admiration?
ReplyDeleteI disagree but you ARE hilarious.
ReplyDeleteGirl, this is some legit shit. #Realtalk indeed.
ReplyDeleteI have to say that I agree.
i mostly started a blog as a form of free therapy. getting famous would be a nice touch though. also? i'm totally NOT a narcissistic whore. *ahem*.
ReplyDeleteditto girl. where's the famousity at?! Cheers :)
ReplyDeleteI know a few people who blog, and get absolutely no hits on most days. They continue to blog out of a love for it. Fame scares the hell out of me. We've all dated a musician or two. I wouldn't even attend their shows for fear that some of their fans would approach me.
ReplyDeleteYou are hilarious... You are awesome... And I love you. Also! My thoughts ARE special!!!!
ReplyDeleteI admit my ego is huge. But fame is not what I seek.... I second the free therapy thing from above though lol
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