I can live with the word verification even though it’s kinda like suffering through bad foreplay before good sex.
I ever understand your feeling the need to beg for comments. Cuz your shit probably sucks.
And I know, I know. You think you’re deep. Except your poetry blows. Even I can rhyme me/we/he/she. BOO.
Sure, I get mildly irritated when I click on a blog when I’m bored at work and they haven’t updated in ‘ever. (not for… just ever.) But I understand how you can get caught up in living life rather than typing about it. I do it too. No big deal.
I can even deal with your long, rambling, nonsensical posts about your clothes/food/fav tv show recap (Joy you too)/fav book/ode to leggings, whatever.
Real talk, I only have one sincere problem with the blogging game as it is now.
I started blogging back in early 05. And I recognize that it’s alot different now. Things grow, they mature. They change. It’s all good. I expected it. I recognize that as easily accessible as the blogosphere is now, that not everybody is jumping on the bandwagon because they have something interesting to say or something valuable to contribute, or hell, even because they can write.
But that’s not my issue. And I recognize, wholeheartedly, that my issue is gonna make me real unpopular with my constituents.
If I ruled the blog world I would do away with the utterz shit ASAP and immediately.
I know, I know. You all love it. It’s the best thing since latex condoms and spanx. And that’s cute…
Except it drives me CRAZY.
I started blogging because I wanted to read about other people’s lives and experiences and views on the world. Not because I wanted to listen to yall sit and babble about traffic or fashion faux pas or why you’re so fantastic or how you’re looking at a cloud that looks like a spaceship.
I mean, if these are your experiences, then that’s what’s up. But I simply cannot take it. I want to read what you have to say. If I wanted to know what your voice sounded like, I’d call you. That’s what I do with the bloggers that have carried over into my everyday life (which is also why I am currently crazy about him because we just had our first phone convo and he is FANTASTIC and everything I knew he would be). I just don’t want or need to listen to you ramble. It’s why I don’t like video blogs or webcams. It takes some of the talent out of blogging doesn’t it? Isn’t it harder to write something witty or engaging or personal than it is to ramble about the salad that you’re chewing in my ear? Can’t.
It’s like books on tape. It takes something away from the experience.
And plus, do I LOOK like I can listen to you chatter about nonsense and mayhem at my desk at work? NO. Gimme something to READ when I beat my deadlines.
And I know, yall love it like happy hour that starts early and goes late. But really.