|Posted on January 7, 2012 at 9:15 AM|
I have noticed a trend among bloggers (not that I'm an expert... or that I even count as a blogger myself) to create blog entries that attempt to make the blogger themselves seem more interesting. Without naming names, I find that to be ridiculous. It's true that anyone in even the tiniest corner of the public eye feels a certain pressure to be entertaining twenty-four-seven, especially in the modern era where they are always "plugged in". So they probably spend all day racking their brains for today's blog entry. "What can I say that will captivate my faithful readers and give them something to chat about with Gary in accounting over a power brunch?" Dreadful.
I will never attempt to do that here. Seriously, you can rest assured that I am one of the most dull and boring people on the planet. Yesterday, the partner and I went to a thrift store. That was our red-letter event for the evening; digging through piles of castoffs in the hopes of finding treasures like Al Stewart's Year Of The Cat on vinyl. After that we picked up a pizza, went home and watched Charmed for about four hours. Don't everybody bust out the handfuls of confetti all at once, now!
For those paying attention, what I've just done is made something boring seem slightly less so by adding in a few humorous lines. That isn't nearly as bad as pretending to have all these insights into facets of humanity that nobody cares about. Oh, it's still bad, but not as bad. It's degrees of evil. Like I said, I'm not the kind of person who waxes philosophical about things I really don't understand the slightest thing about to begin with. Nor am I the kind to outright lie to make myself seem cool. That's pathetic, isn't it?
Now if you'll excuse me, off I go for an afternoon of hangliding and white-water canoeing, followed by my weekly fire-eating lessons. This is how I attempt to cheat death in order to make myself feel more alive, and therefore connected to the nexus of (can you see how old that would get already?)