As I caught up with friends’ blogs today, a theme emerged. Several said that they don’t post often because they worry that they’re boring. They worry about what their readers will think of them.
I have the same problem.
The thing is, what these people share – the little details of their lives, or the thoughts chasing around their heads no matter how trivial – fascinate me. I want to hear about your lives, or I wouldn’t be your friend in the first place. You don’t need wildly exciting things to happen in order for me to care. It’s the little things that make me feel close to you, though chances are we’ve never met. So tell me all about your Great-Aunt Sally who farted and cleared out the room, allowing you to sneak the last piece of apple pie which you wisely chose to consume outdoors in the clean, fresh air.
Sometimes when I go to tie my shoes, the process looks wrong and I have to stop and think about it for a moment. Boring enough for you? But you read it, and I bet for a split second you thought about what it’s like to tie your own shoes, if you have any with laces. I love my Chucks, but the laces are so long that I have to double-tie them. Even so, they always come untied. So irritating.
I don’t like my furniture, or my area rug, which incidentally needs vacuuming.
I have to flea bomb the house tomorrow, which is going to be massively inconvenient. It will, however, kill the fleas. That’s another thing: I hate killing anything, including annoying insects. I feel bad. I do it anyway. I also try to avoid running over caterpillars as they cross the road, or the masses of frogs who appear on the road during a rainstorm. Lord I hate that.
I love Jason Aldean’s music, but can’t stand the man. This creates quite a dilemma for me. I hate that I love his songs.
BTW, I’m into country music again, in addition to various other genres. Get over it.
My nose occasionally runs, but I don’t.
I still haven’t gotten beyond p. 141 of 50 Shades. I really should get on that.
Still with me? You haven’t run off? You’re not asking yourself why you read my blog?
See, wildly exciting things don’t have to happen. Even run-of-the-mill exciting things don’t have to happen. You still like me, right? And if you don’t, you can just piss off along with those who already left. So there.
I’ve decided that I just don’t care. You’ll either love me as I am, or you won’t. I’ll continue to blog my inanities and you’ll read me, or you won’t. It’s up to you, really.
As for me, I’ll continue to check in with you and see if your significant other has a painful hangnail. Who knows what series of events may ensue?