I 'm not a big blogger. I don't even particularly like blogging. And yes, I get the irony of blogging about not liking to blog.
Here's the thing, blogs fall into one of three categories. The first I lump into current event/politics type blogs. These are usually made up of frustrated would-be journalists who, when they couldn't get someone to pay them to write about this stuff, decided to do it for free. Sometimes good for a laugh, but they tend to speak a foreign language all their own. And they also tend not to look beyond the front page of the USA Today. I don't want to be one of these.
Then there are the I-had-jello-today blogs. These blogs document their owners' life with such intensive and minuscule detail, I could tell you what they were thinking, doing, saying at any time of day for the last month. This is worthwhile information if you have an interesting life. But most people do not. In fact, when you break it down, pretty much everyone's life is made of dead-sh*& boring errands, tasks & thoughts. I suspect even the president spends a good part of his day parked on the can or watching Jerry Springer. So what makes you think I want to read all about your trip to Walgreens for itch cream?
Lastly are the genuinely intuitive, insightful, funny blogs. These people have a myriad of topics to choose to write about and a wealth of knowledge that allows them to do so. These people may not lead interesting lives, but it doesn't matter because they are genuinely interesting.
Then there's me.I'm not interested enough in the news, and there are so many others who do it so much better, for me to be a current events blogger. Besides, it's too much work. I'm also practical enough to know that people do not, in fact, care that I stopped at the Speedway on my way to work and put in $12.00 of premium gas in my truck. You see, I have to use premium or it or the engine knocks like crazy. Which reminds me, I wanted to pick up some oil and a new filter for my truck this weekend. Maybe we'll go skating down on Fountain Square this weekend. Assuming the ice hasn't melted due to all of the warm weather. ZZZZZZ Even I'm bored by now.
And the last category? Please. Would that I could craft entries that can capture your attention, delve into some great societal phenomenon, and come out with a humorous anecdote to prove a valid and thoughtful point. But alas, all I have is my own frustration with the writers' strike, and the knowledge that it's past my bedtime.