Why blog?
It is a strange thing. blogging. A waste of time. That's why I do it. It is somewhat exibitionist. I guess.
Positive interaction possibilities, with -otherwise- strangers, miles away is appealing. but it is really, really rare that this will in reality happen! In reality, as much of a voyeur as I am, I have searched for intersting [personal] blogs out there and found very few, if not none, because the ones I found were defunct. These people realising they had better things to do with their time then this.
The ones that remained, who actually take the time to write something worthwhile, are doing it for promotion. and who blames them. Makes sense. and the rest - like me - I don't know. I hope I am not an idiot. ALthought it is very possible. But I don't get any hits. And even less intersting interactions, and even lesser intersting coments.
but I like to write banalities. In the hope that this compost of writing will somehow be what is needed to grow beautifuls flowers. So if you read this - bless your heart- know that this is a 'brouillon' as we say in french, highly in need of editing. but, bare with me I am writing this as I hink it, and somehow, somewhere, there will be something beautiful coming out of this - this is my hope anyway. And, the link between this piece of pooh of a blog, and a better writing may be, and most likely, will be lost. But only the trained eye will know the secret. ahahaha. pathetic.
Positive interaction possibilities, with -otherwise- strangers, miles away is appealing. but it is really, really rare that this will in reality happen! In reality, as much of a voyeur as I am, I have searched for intersting [personal] blogs out there and found very few, if not none, because the ones I found were defunct. These people realising they had better things to do with their time then this.
The ones that remained, who actually take the time to write something worthwhile, are doing it for promotion. and who blames them. Makes sense. and the rest - like me - I don't know. I hope I am not an idiot. ALthought it is very possible. But I don't get any hits. And even less intersting interactions, and even lesser intersting coments.
but I like to write banalities. In the hope that this compost of writing will somehow be what is needed to grow beautifuls flowers. So if you read this - bless your heart- know that this is a 'brouillon' as we say in french, highly in need of editing. but, bare with me I am writing this as I hink it, and somehow, somewhere, there will be something beautiful coming out of this - this is my hope anyway. And, the link between this piece of pooh of a blog, and a better writing may be, and most likely, will be lost. But only the trained eye will know the secret. ahahaha. pathetic.
posted by minetto at 1:16 PM
1 Comments:
Interesting...far more interesting, in fact, than the post you left on my blog, but I'll let it slide.
Too few interesting blogs. True. Not too many people with genuinely interesting things to say, let alone write. Let alone live, really. Point of fact, most people are boring.
But you seem interesting and your blog intrigues me...
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