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Today is my very last day of working from home, and I have surpringly little to do. Now, who knows when I'll get a chance to blog again, because I certainly won't be doing it from my office, so I'll say what I have wanted to say for months and months:
I love my blog friends because we tend to put it all out there. The good stuff and the ugly stuff. Every blog I love has posts written by someone who was feeling down about themselves alongside the posts where they were feeling good. Because we all feel good and bad, sometimes. At some point in history some blogger made the first "This is what sucks about me" post, and we all read it and sucked in our collective breath and related, and thought that if we dug deep enough maybe we could find the courage to post our uglies out there. Hooray for admiting our faults so that others may relate and/or admit theirs!
And then, THEN...there's the others. Two blogs I read come to mind. I read them both because I hate them. Ok, maybe three, but one I lost the link to when I lost my bookmarks and I haven't found it again, thank goodness. None are written by people who read or comment here, so don't go getting all paranoid on me. It's not you. If you ever saw Howard's Stern's movie, there's a part where they conduct a survey and find that the average person who loves his show listens for 45 minutes. The average person who hates the show listens for an hour and 15 minutes. The reason the people who love the show listen? They want to see what he's going to say next. The reason the people who hate the show listen? They want to see what he's going to say next. It's like that.
One of the blogs I hate only because I think the author is crazy, and yet she blogs and has this cult following of people who tell her how wonderful she is. Everywhere she goes, someone is either spitting on her or punching her or knocking down one of her kids with their car. And she comes home and blogs about it and her audience is outraged and sympathetic and on her side and saying things like "You're such a wonderful person, I can't believe that 80 year old hag spit at you!! Oh, of course, this goes for only the female people she encounters. The men she meets, naturally, fall in love with her instantly. They don't spit. From the gynecologist all the way down to the trash collecter.
You know, if someone is constantly spat on and punched and otherwise targeted, (good or bad) there are only two possible conclusions. A) They're not as innocent as they seem or B) They're full of crap. I dunno, I'm leaning towards B. Please God, let it be B, right?
I'm not linking because she scares me, as most crazy people do. Yep, I'm a chicken. Buk Buk BuGAWK!
The other one's a boy. He eats pizza every night of the week, and absolutely everyone who meets him falls desperately in love with him. I would link, but you'd only fall desperately in love with him and no good can come of that. You'll think you're just innocently reading a silly blog, and next thing you know you'll be following him around in your car and staring at his butt, because you won't be able to control yourself. Don't laugh, it's happened. Just ask him. Women everywhere are unable to resist his charms. It matters not that he is married, or is he? I can't quite figure that out, but it matters not because humans are not designed to mate for life, so marriage is just a convenience or...something. Did I mention he's very highly intelligent, and us "regular people" can only dream of understanding the world according to him? What I understand is this: He speaks of his daughter's beauty in a really creepy way. He speaks of pretty much everything in a really creepy way. He's a very creepy guy.
The most interesting part of his blog is that reading it would bring to mind this Adonis look a like, only he posts pictures of himself and the sad truth is that he resembles Richard Simmons, if Richard Simmons had never exercised a day in his life.
Yes, I'm mean. It's part of my ugly side, out there for all to see.
And again, he has a fan club. A fan club of seemingly intelligent women who feed and feed the savage beast that is his ego. I want to grab them and shake them and say "Look away! Look AWAY!" but heck, they seem to enjoy his banter, so who am I to interfere? I can only hope that they read and roll their eyes and take him for what he's worth.
You know, it's been said that the person who loudly boasts about himself is the person who has zero self esteem. I almost feel sorry for him. I can't bring myself to actually go there because of a specific comment he once made about the victims of 9/11. I'm a master grudge holder.
Sour milk blogs, (Ewwwwww! Smell 'em again and see if they still stink!) I'm setting you free. I'm making a vow to myself. My time is much too valuable to waste on this nonsense. I'm putting this out there because a hundred times I have told myself that I'm just going to stop reading them, and a hundred times I've gone weak and read them again. Now I'm obligated to resist because I've put it in writing. Bye Bye, blogs of yore.
posted by: AmericanGirl at 11:03 |
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