As the years gone by, I still am uncomfortable with having a blog. Occasionally I’ll want to post something, usually because I want to share something great, or to appease the 3 women that actually visit this site asking why I don’t post much (hi ex-lover, hi stalker, hi mom.)
The truth of the matter is that I just don’t lead a very interesting life. My interests tend to be niche; like sci-fi television show, computer gaming, web design, hardware, and other geek stuff. Hell, even my taste in music isn’t popular. Anytime I talk about any of these subjects to friends and family at parties or family events, their eyes gloss over and they go into an automatic polite nod mode. Some of them even manage a fake smile.
I think one of the bigger reasons why I have a blog is that occasionally I get the itch to do some web design, and it acts as my playground to be creative every once in a while. That’s the only reason I can come up with at this time.
Perhaps at one time I was deluded into thinking that I had a voice, and people out there are interested in what I have to say, but everyone and his mother has a blog these days. Except my mother, she can barely afford a phone. Now my voice is drowned out by more popular people with far more interesting lives. People that would find my life interesting are the kind that think watching paint dry should be a sport.
Perhaps the other reason is that I’m just not a talker. I’m a listener, I like seeing and hearing what other people have to say. What am I trying to say? What I’m trying to say is, why do I even blog?