It's All About the Blog....
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One of my friends is just intrigued by the whole concept of my blog. As she isn’t a digerati or experienced Internet whore, she just doesn’t quite grasp the whole concept. In her mind, my blog is as groundbreaking as that Penn State broad who had the webcam in her dorm room broadcasting her every activity to the Universe and beyond.

Yeah. I think not.

I tell her there are thousands upon hundreds of thousands of folks who have blogs, most of which suck ass and aren’t worth a read. That when you find one you like and there are frequent posts, it becomes a regular part of your day or week or whatever to check it and read the latest installment. No different than regularly checking your horoscope, the Smoking Gun, eBay and Craig’s List.

Not mollified, she wants to know if I think it’s unnatural (READ: creepy) that random strangers are reading about my life. Hmmmmmmm....considering I’m putting it out there for random consumption? Yeah. Not so much. Although I have to admit I only posted the damn thing in the first place to shut Deb the Hell up! She badgered man! And that broad is a convincing badgerer.

And here we are. Somewhere I never, ever expected to be.

So, even though Marta’s read some of it and thinks it’s funny, she still doesn’t get why people would come and read it.

Her thoughts?

•It's voyeurism

•Readers seems to think they know you AKA instabond

•Scary to have people reading about your life

I look at it like this. I only did this because Deb nagged on me and because my friends think my stories are strangely funny. I never expected to have this many folks reading and checking in. I put it out there and that’s what it is. It’s just me and my randomness.

•I don’t consider it voyeuristic. It’s not like ya’ll are peeping in my living room window as I play naked PS2. If you are, at least ring the doorbell and come in for a cold one.

•Some readers know me, some might think they do and some never want to. No worries. You’re here because I make you laugh or at least shake your head in bewilderment or loathing.

•I don’t think it’s scary that people are reading about me, my thoughts and my life. I put it out there. I think I am more surprised at how many folks are apparently really easily amused or need my blog to use for their Masters in Abnormal Psych.