An Ode to Bloggers
There is nothing substantial about my blog. It’s become one of those “This Is What I Did Today” blogs. And really? Who wants to read about a weird college senior with little-to-no direction?
When I started my blog, I wrote a little more creatively. I spent time on posts. Now I update to procrastinate. I keep telling myself, Once I graduate, I’ll have more time to be creative. Honestly, when was the last time I wrote something anyone really wanted to read? How many of you read a post and thought, Wow, I’m really glad I spent the time to read and comment on that ?? Exactly.
I don’t think I’ve found my blogging niche yet. What good is this blog if not to entertain? Right now, I’m finding it hard to believe any of you are entertained. And I don’t mean to write that in order to be a Debbie Downer. No, I know my real-life friends read it just to see if there are pictures of them or mentions of them (I’m talking about you guys, Joe, Becky, and Nate!). Or there are those ex-boyfriends or ex-whatevers who like to keep tabs on me (I know you do, by the way, you might as well fess up).
This is why I’m convinced bloggy friends–freaders–are the nicest people in the world. I’m guilty of not commenting on every blog I read. In fact, I added four blogs to my reader yesterday and they probably won’t catch on for a couple more weeks. But those of you who read my trash writing and comment religiously? I freaking love you. Seriously. Knowing there are people who visit me makes my freaking DAY.
So this post is for you guys…
For Angela, who inspired me to blog, to whom I owe the word play of “Reneeborhood,” whom I admire for being so candid and so confident to post gorgeous pictures of herself all the time (I’m trying to do that more… but I feel like a dweeb when I do it.)
For Gooseberried, who would totally be my BFF if she didn’t live in AZ, whose Flicker I constantly stalk (truth comes out), who was my first freader-turned-facebook friend, who is one of those people that I just KNOW would kick someone’s ass for me in a bar fight.
For JamieLovely, who is my best commenter. Seriously, girl, how do you find the time to comment on so many blogs? I ADORE you for it. I want to be her, I want to live in Chicago and hang out with the other Chicago bloggers. (Can I take Angela’s place when she goes off to FSU?)
For Jenn, who made it okay to use silly phrases like “Super Fuck Yeah!,” who inspires me to let loose my inner-geek, who blogs PostSecret weekly thus inspiring me to find something like that (or Jamie’s ANTM posts) to commentate.
For Jessica, whose blog I fell in love with instantly, for not being embarrassed to blog sappily about the fiance, whose ring I am determined to steal the first chance I get, whose relationship makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside because it reminds me of my own… without the video chatting.
For TraciAnne, whom I love for calling me adorable. Let’s be honest, that’s how you get on my good side. I admire her for having the guts to show her true colors by vlogging and for also hating the term “vlog” but using it anyways.
For Phil, who is endlessly patient when I don’t play our Scrabulous games for days that turn into weeks, whose roommate stories *always* make me chuckle and thank heavenly bodies that I don’t live there, who I can count on to back me and my opinions up when they’re a little too liberal for Small Town, Indiana.
For Sandy, who makes it okay to be completely real and honest, whose blog sheds light on how hard it is for a girl to be in her early 20s, who is fearless despite what she says, who makes me feel like it’s actually okay to second guess, who is just as hopeful and romantic as I am despite everything. She inspires me to be authentic.
You guys rule. End of story.
Maybe one day I’ll inspire a blogger like you all have inspired me.