Blogging

I'm sure not many of you know this, but I used to be quite a prolific blogger.  It all started for me right after a particularly difficult break up.  I just needed an outlet to release my pain and also to allow my creativity to flow.  Back then I had hundreds of followers and even had people coming to me for advice on life, love and how to deal with the universe at large.   I didn't have the answers but I did have a blog!   Let me show you an example of the amazing stuff I would write.  heck, let's look at the amazingly wonderful and craptastic things that you will find in most journals.

1: Bad Poetry:  This tends to be a staple of some blogs and hell, i may still occasionally post some up.   Why is it that when you are blogging you occasionally feel the need to torture your friends and fans with this stuff?  it's not like when you have  visitors over you pull out the poetry you have written and force them to read it.  so why do it online?  I guess the world will never really know.  So just shut up and enjoy.

"
You said


You said you didn't want me
You said you didn't care
You said to stay away from you
You said, "Don't come back here".
It hurts my mind
It burns my soul
Still I stay away
And try and let you go
Then you call and say you miss me
How much you feel alone
I listen to your tears in silence
And comfort you over the phone
I want to say, "I miss you"
I long to say, "I know".
My world's so dead with out you
Just spinning out of control.
You beg me to come see you
Just to hold you in my arms
You have me so excited
You've caught me with you charms.
We hang up and I'm dancing
My soul aglow with joy
I guess I got to excited
Forgot I was just your toy.
You call me in the morning
To apologize for last night
You say you just can't see me
You crush my brief delight.
I sit alone in silence
My cheeks all stained with tears
The world is full of darkness
I face my deepest fears.
You said you didn't want me
You said you didn't care
You said to stay away from you
You said don't come back here.
Perhaps I should be angry
Throw all our past away
But if truth
If you just said the word,
I'd be with you today."

I wrote about 20 of these things.   And somehow the more I wrote the more people began to read me.  

2: Extremely short stories:  I'm talking about stories so extremely short that a mountain dew commercial would have barely started before I was over.  Another example of something that you should not be inflecting upon your guests in normal life yet for some reason you have to inflect on people who have taken the time to read your blogs.    Why is it that just because we have blogs we feel that any piece off ... imagination we write down must be enjoyed by the rest of the world?   What is it about the freedom of cyberspace that makes us think that our words must be shared?  Here is one of my tales: 

" Insomnia:
in·som·nia
Pronunciation: in-'säm-nE-&
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin, from insomnis sleepless, from in- + somnus sleep -- more at SOMNOLENT
Date: circa 1623
: prolonged and usually abnormal inability to obtain adequate sleep
- in·som·ni·ac /-nE-"ak/ adjective or noun

Why is it that at times no matter how tired we feel, sleep still eludes us? What is the cause of this thing called insomnia?

Legend has it... In a time when the world was young, and humanity was in it's infancy upon the land, having just climbed down from the trees of it's ancestors, that there was no need of sleep. The land itself was in perfect peace and even death was little known except in rare and wondrous accidents or errors in judgment. At that time all people lived in harmony and there was no such thing as ownership, labor, retirement, 401k plans or even the internet.
Then one day the gods looking upon the young race of men began to notice a curious thing... Humanity was unlike the other creatures of the world. Humanity had a great thirst for knowledge and a capacity to put abstract thoughts and plans into action. Humanity was quickly headed to becoming like the gods themselves.
The gods put their heads together. Something had to be done about this race called man (read as men and women). For many long moons and seasons the gods thought and thought. Then like a bolt of lightning it hit them, if they could only get man to not work together so well and take away from the time he could devote to the pursuit of knowledge, understanding and craftsmanship then perhaps mans advances as a race could be stopped or at least better controlled.
So they installed in man (slowly least it be noticed) a sense of self, the ideal that as long as the individual was cared for the others of the race were of no concern. This lead to individuals beginning to claim vast tracks of the world for themselves or this people or that family until the entire world had been divided up. Next those who became leaders began to have others do their work for them. This caused these other people to have less time to do their own work so eventually they had to have other to do their work for them. Finally everyone was so busy doing everyone else's work they began to feel the first tinges of exhaustion.
The gods stepped in at this time and provided man with a means to relieve this new found and unpleasant feeling. They called it sleep.. It was a time where all the cares of the world could be forgotten and one could allow the body to recuperate so more work could be done the next day. Soon sleep became all the fashion. No longer was humanity working, learning or creating, no everyone was sleeping.
Then the gods once again came to "assist" man. They began to tell certain less scrupulous individuals that while others slept they could cause all sorts of mischief and even get away with it without fear of being caught. But humanity caught on quick and soon everyone was watching everyone else and slept with one eye open at all times. To this day humanity has never forgotten those lessons.


This is just another tale...
... Or is it?"

Did any of my friends really deserve that?   Well, I guess they would do the same to me so, yes.
;-)

3: Tests and quizzes:  In my early blogging days I would take literally hundreds of these things and post them up.  Some were just those ones that give you a result.  I mean I was a God,  a Devil, a Monkey, a Banana, a... Well, just about every thing.  I bet if there was a test out there that told you how many Dicks you could hold in your mouth then 10,000 people would have taken it before a week ended and posted it on some blog or social site.   The worst though are the ones where you write your million and one answers and then inflict the entire thing on your friends.  What are the odds that anyone is really going to read all of that?

4: Photos:  Now here is where Blogs shine.  I love seeing everyone's photos.   Hell I'm sure I'll paste one in here at some point.   I wish more people would post more photos.  Hell, I am sure people wish I would just shut the hell up and post one.  

5: Journalling:  To me all blogs are a journal.  I mean everything you post tells people a little bit about the inner workings of you.  But in this case I am talking more about actual traditional journalling.  "Dear diary" type shit.  these to me are interesting.  I guess I'm just noisy.   It is funny to me that these tend to be the blog posts that are least accepted.   And even worse, the more serious the subject manner the less likely you are to have feedback from any one!  Come on people.  If someone is writing about suicide then maybe they just need a little feedback.  If someone is writing about Disney Land with there 10 buddies then they are likely ok with you not saying anything.  So why is it always the other way around with feed back?

6: News, Politics, and Other Media:  At times I will write about something that is in the news.  I'm not a fan of telling you who has died or about the latest scandal.  But I do have an interest in what is going on out there and I like to hear other peoples opinions.  What I don't like is flamers.  You know, those people who have to be right.   Usually I just delete their posts and if it continues I will remove them from my blog entirely. 

Anyway, I'm just saying that I used to blog a lot and I'm hoping to get back into the habit.  One day at a time like any bad habit.  you just have to do it enough that it seems like it's fun or at least you get into the routine of it. 

-Saint