On Blogging

I've been doing this blogging business now for about a month .. N00B. You'd think I like blogging. I love to talk and this is a perfect opportunity to natter at people and not care if they hear or pay any attention to what I say. People can read or not. But it's left me feeling .. inadequate.

I've been looking at and reading a lot of other blogs. People seem to do so much with it. There are photography blogs that range from scenic photographs to some that look like that were taken for Better Homes and Garden. Then they are those that ramble about their own lives .. who to date, what school to attend, and why did their friend talk smack about them. There are emo blogs and sometimes I have no idea what they're talking about but they sound kind of sad. There's poetry of all types .. some I like and others not so much. One thing I notice is that people seem to have some kind of theme or purpose and they stick with that.

I'm envious of people that know what they want to write about. Whether I understand it or even enjoy it, at least they seem to have a purpose. I feel like I blog the way I live. Randomly with no real purpose or order. No sense of direction or goal. Just blithely going along, touching people's lives maybe. Or not. Some days I feel as if I'm standing on the outside of a giant bubble and everyone else is inside. I'm watching. Waiting to see what they do and if it works. The thing is, I don't always feel that way. Some days I feel very connected and involved. But that's the randomness of my thoughts and life. So today I'll blog about blogging.

Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my socks or why I like string cheese or extol the virtues of my favorite fruit. Who knows?