Blogging: Boring, Lonely Vanity

Browsing Blogs is interesting, yet depressing. So many of them. Such boring stuff. People talking to themselves. Self conscious chatter, like people on cell phones in the super market, catching you in the corner of their eye to make sure you are listening.

Reading them, you consider suicide: read about womens' trips to buy a bra, and how difficult that is and probably there is some conspiracy behind bras (wrong size, wires, make women suffer). And you read the most boring personal information you would ever want to know. "I don't have cancer." "Grandpa called the other day." "I bought a new video game." "Sunrise today was beautiful and I felt the cool breeze telling me that Autmn was in the air. Ahhhh." The daunting number of these entries is just overwhemling. A lot of people talking to themselves. Blogs are lonely, and are very vain. I want people to read MINE MINE MINE. I have a blog and I am vain. I want people to know my inner thoughts. I am important, I am a special snowflake.

I think I may need therapy: Everytime someone tells me to recycle, I wan't to recycle them.

Me: Throws paper cup into regular garbage.
Goody Goody Do Gooder: Um, excuse me, recycle. Paper cups go in THAT basket.
Me: Picks up Goody Do Gooder, stuffs them into the paper cup recycler.