How you doin’, good lookin’? Still bloggin’?
Someone told me that I should blog more. But really, why bother?
As far as I can tell, these are the reasons why I never became a “successful” blogger:
- I don’t have a hobby. I don’t do photography, I don’t travel a lot, I don’t cook photogenic meals, I’m not crazy about anything except maybe myself and my boyfriend (and pizza), and I don’t even have a serious advocacy. As far as interests go, my most passionate interest would be the stock market. But seriously? Do you think anyone on Tumblr cares about which stocks are the best buys and in which direction the PSE index and the Dow Jones will go? I think not.
- I don’t have a lot of awkward moments. I’m pretty much self-composed all the time so there no room for awkward lulz.
- I don’t have a sob story. I live with my boyfriend of more than a year, I have my dream job, I’m financially stable, my family loves me… What do I have to whine about?
- I don’t like oversharing. I’m actually a really private person most of the time, so I don’t feel the need to tell people every single detail of what I’m going to do today.
- I don’t give a fuck what people think. Most successful bloggers have made a science out of posting “interesting and trendy” things, but I just don’t give a fuck about what you want to read about now. If Justin Bieber is trending on Twitter, you’ll see me posting about Nicki Minaj. People are doing “5 Words”, and I’ll be posting about the “8 Best Ways To Prank Your Roommate”. I’m sorry, but I ran out of fucks to give a loooong time ago.
- I have a life outside the Internet. I can’t be online all the time to interact with all you pipolz. I have reports to finish at work, I have clients to attend to, I have to have dinner with my boyfriend, I have to catch up with my friends. It’s all so intense and hectic and OFFLINE. So yeah.
From all those things that I said, I’m sure I come off as a really boring person. But actually, I’m not. I’m one of the funnest people you’ll meet (and I’m sure a lot of my Tumblr friends will testify to that), but it’s just that… I’m a boring blogger.
So at this point, I’m gonna go sod off and grab a bottle of beer from our fridge then make out with my boyfriend before going to bed. And I’m not gonna blog about it after. Cos that’s how I roll.
