I've never really understood the purpose of Blogs

I've never really understood the purpose of Blogs. The concept of posting your thoughts on a public domain for all the world to view and scrutanise is beyond me. Yet here I am posting my first (that's not entirely true, but for simplicities sake let's pretend that it is) attempt at impressing my peers with an amature piece of rhetoric that I will claim, when asked, that I wrote on the spot without any forethought or proof-reading so that you will all be impressed by my ability to coherently place clever witty thoughts onto paper (in this case a digitical webspace). When the reality is I would have litarelly thought of what to write for hours before actually begining to type my first sentence after which I would read this over many times upon completion using thesaurus.com to change any words that I used which may seem too lucid, replacing them with anything that may make me sound remotely more intelligent.

Now at this point you may be thinking to yourself; 'goodness this boy has no idea how to use punctuation or properly break up his sentences'. That is actually true! However, I'm merely going to claim that my lack of grammer usage is due to a revelation I had while watching and episode of Gilmore Girls. That is, if you talk really really really fast without breaking up your sentences with a period, comma or any other form of grammatical formality, it doesn't matter how mind numblingly stupid the words and phrases comming out of your mouth really are because when you're talking THAT fast, people are simple going to assume you know what you're talking about and applaud you for it. In otherwords, allow a multitude of crap to spill from your orifice and chances are you'll say at least one thing whiz-bang enlightening.

Don't worry, I have not yet completely deviated from my original blog 'subject'.
I've never really understood the purpose of Blogs. The concept of posting your thoughts on a public domain for all the world to view and scrutanise is beyond me. I suppose that in a society where 'freedom of speech' is evangelized so harmoniously and where it seems as if everybody has something to say, everybody wants to say something. That being true as it may, in order for most people to actually bother themselves with writing a 'blog' they would then have to assume people actually give a flying hoot about what they have to say.

The more enlightened yet unstylishly numb minded of this people have actually come to the dismaying realisation that nobody actually (for lack of a better word) 'cares' about what they say or think and that most people are actually more caught up with what they them-selves are actually thinking.

This may actually be the reason to why people have suddenly stopped identifying themselves on chat programs such as MSN messenger in any normal matter and have decided to take it upon themselves to summarise their blog, their life story and/or whatever notion of self realisation they may have reached at any given point in their life in a two line space that you're only meant to put your 'name' into. I am obviously not the first person to make this comprehention. I'm almost positive that this is the sole reason microsoft added that second little space on MSN messenger for people to spill their mundane thoughts into, directly FORCING everyone else to read and (if their own life lacks any real meaning of its own) actually ponder over. In reality this actually just makes it all the more difficult to determine who it is that just popped up on your 'online' chat list.

Now it's not that I have anything against people expressing their thoughts, interests, favourite song or movie, quote of the day, message to someone who has 'broken their heart', or any other little anecdote about their life that these people seem compelled on plagueing us with. But everytime my eyes are drawn to the little box in the corner of my screen that's telling me someone, (who I cannot identify due to the fact that the person seems more content on displaying a message that I can only assume is an attempt on manipulating me to think that they are more intelligent than I originally thought, or to feel sorry for them through some 'sad' song lyric or message to another person that has in fact NOTHING to do with the rest of us) has come online, out of curiousity I am begrudgingly bound to reading whatever it is that they want the world to know.

As this becomes more of a reality which each passing day, I've come to the daunting realisation that with each few seconds that I take to read whatever the person seems to feel obligated on infesting my mind with, that is a few seconds of my life that I will never get back.



(in the same way, depending on the value you place on what you have just read, you've just lost a couple of minutes of your life that as hard as you try, you will never get back)


With whatever you do in life, make it count. With every second that passes by, you are a second closer to death, and have a second less to acheive whatever you hope to in life.



- d