Uninteresting
It has recently occurred to me that I’m not a very interesting person. I don’t do small talk, I’m awkward in social situations, and I rarely have anything to say that I believe anybody want would want to hear about. With nothing to write about, it makes me question my decision to have a blog.
Until I recall all the times I’ve felt like I have had something worthwhile to say, yet have just let those thoughts sizzle out. Circle the drain. Die. Instead of having a blog to write about things I think other people might find interesting, I’m going to start having a blog to write about things I find interesting. If anything I have to say piques anybody else’s interest for some quirky reason, then that’s nice, I guess. However, I’m also just as comfortable with an audience of one: Me.
If nothing else, I’ll be able to look back in time and see how I have changed throughout the course of my life. After all, without a vantage point in life—something to compare to—how does one gauge their own personal (lack of) progress?
From now on, my blog is going to be a record of my personal journey toward realizing my aspirations, whether the steps to get there are interesting or not. While I will attempt to keep unfiltered “stream of consciousness” stuff to a minimum, I make no promises. Because in the end, my blog is my Shrine to Me, and what I say on my blog goes… on my blog. (Bear with me; I’m still getting my blog legs.)
Stay marginally interested in what I have to say, my voyeur friends.