Really, how narcissistic are bloggers, anyway? Why do they think that anyone will want to read what they write about? Why do people read blogs anyway?
I don’t really know why. Maybe they are relate-able. Maybe the readers are just bored. Maybe they really hate someone, and for some reason reading about their life is interesting.
Or maybe, people actually do care about what other people have to say, and reading about it on a blog is more accessible than waiting for a book to come out, or having an actual conversation with someone. (Or maybe the reader is a regular person reading a celebrity’s blog.)
Well, I am going to find out if people actually care about what I have to say.
I intend to make this blog more structured than when I started, and abandoned, it several years ago. Why didn’t I just create a completely new blog? Because I’m lazy.
Anyway, I am going to attempt to post things regularly, one or two times a week. My first well thought out post will probably be about how much dating sucks. I already started writing it, but I haven’t gotten too far with it, so we’ll see.
Maybe I’ll write about writing instead.
It’s going to be a mix, because I am not focused enough on any one thing to blog about just one thing. (Like seriously, who can have a whole blog about bullet journaling? I appreciate those who do, but really? I barely manage to update my bullet journaling Instagram once a week, let alone have a whole blog about it. [@amessybujo if you’re interested] I might occasionally blog about it, I don’t know for sure yet.) I may also write about my knitting attempts, and painting attempts, and just life in general.
I should really come up with a clever way to end my posts.