Impure as the driven yellow snow; Reflections of a converted blogger
I always regarded these public writing forums not unlike nudist colonies. Nudist colonies are similar in the sense that they are filled with people I don’t want to see naked, just as these are equally filled with people I don’t want to see writing.
I didn’t attend many dances in high school and livejournal is much to blame for that. Let me explain: The wicked cute boy on the soccer team I’d been crushing on like, finally asked me out and I was so, so psyched. Those were the only details I should have known about him—he was cute and played soccer, no more, no less. But I made the unfortunate mistake of visiting his livejournal where I learned the following things:
a. He was still very much in the process of learning proper English
b. “Blonde jokes” and “fat chick jokes” were his source for all things humorous
c. His only real ambition in life was to acquire x-ray vision
d. KFC was his favorite fast food chain, if he had to choose
e. WORST OF ALL: George W. was his hero
Needless to say I had to cancel our date and explain once again to my parents it wasn’t me who was depressed, it was the other kid’s lives that were depressing. The livejournal waste of space exposed so many writers that should have stayed in their clothes. But like a nudist colony, people voluntarily flaunted their foolish opinions and reveled in all the tedious minutia of their meaningless lives. Livejournals revealed the lack of brain cells in the popular crowd and made it very difficult for me to have a crush on the quarterback and aspire to be the cheerleader.
Livejournals mostly disappeared when I came to college and were replaced with online photo albums, like myspace and facebook. There is one thing I can’t deny—20 something’s make better models than writers, so my dating experience has much improved and I don’t have to learn people’s dim-witted opinions until the second or third date.
Now I have had the chance to test myself and see how I fare on artificial internet paper. Many good laughs and few typos later I have to say I enjoyed this experience thoroughly and would totally date myself after reading this, kidding. Writing gives me the power to reminisce and put my life into a bigger perspective. Sharing goofy personal stories from my past allows me to understand the higher powers that surround me.
I am so pleased that I chose the American Dream to explore because it allowed me to indulge my quirky and fun side, while slipping in some of my own political ideologies. I’m not quite sure how much insight I offer to the American Dream, but it was fun trying. There would be times I’d have a pile of studying to do for other classes, but blogging was too much fun to stop. I could also be having the worst day until I wrote an entry. There was however disheartening writer’s block and fear of exposes my ugly words to the world. I learned the less I wrote, the more writer’s block I had. I owe a lot of my inspiration to both my other classmate’s blogs (I was reading em the whole time) and a blog I discovered randomly while perusing the bloggy world I have grown to love.
I found the other classmate’s blogs to be enjoyable because I could always relate to them and found I was in the same boat much of the time. I wish I had opened a line of communication with the other bloggers, but I'm heiress to a shyness. Dooce.com is the other blog I read regularly throughout the semester whenever I needed a little kick in the butt. Dooce, or Heather Armstrong, really proved to me women can be strong writers, while still being their hilarious and exuberant selves. Because she never talked about anything related to my blog, it was nearly impossible for me to her ‘crops’. But seriously, check her out.
I look forward to blogging in the future and will be relieved to use swear words once in awhile. Blogs seem to be the perfect arena to express things only I think are funny and sarcastically perfect in their form. I especially like titling the entries and would often only write an entry because I thought the title was funny. I don’t know where to take it, but my mom enjoys it and making mummy happy is always a goal.
Although, my mom could be lying and this could just be another case of the emperor’s new clothes in the nudist colony.