points?
hi.
sometimes i have to wonder why i have this blog. i mean, i write things. but, like, what's the point? i love to do it, and i won't stop, but, why do i care? why do you read it?
is it to be funny? to tell you about random mishaps to my week, such as the fact that i almost locked myself out of my apartment today? (but i got back in! because i'm sly and figured out a secret way...)
or that my high heel got stuck in a grate on the sidewalk, and a bum had to help me get it loose? yeah, that was embarrasing.
is it to share my dreams? like maybe i want to open a restaurant with my boyfriend some day? or go work at nike's research department in oregon? or that i want to make it to the olympics before i turn 40? or that i'm only going to have kids when i'm between the ages of 30 and 33?
maybe, it's to talk about things that make me mad, scared, or nervous... like moving to a new building with my company this weekend, so that monday everything i know and love about my job is potentially going to be different. or, like the fact that i have less friends in this city now than i did when i moved here two.3 years ago... i wish they'd stop moving away, fighting amongst themselves, or blowing me off because they think i'm too "busy" even though i'm home by myself most nights. people are weird.
hmm.
perhaps, it's to point you to thought provoking links? to tell you about the fun games you should play, or films you should watch, or articles you should read?
nah.
maybe it's to say things like: "man i miss boston, i should move back there soon." (when by soon i really mean in 2007... not in in the next few months).
or - maybe it's to tell you pointless facts about my current state that you probably don't care about. like:
- i ran 4 miles today.
- i drink a latte every morning. from starbucks.
- i went for beers with co-workers this afternoon when we left the office early because of the move. (they kicked us out)
- i'm wearing an orange shirt.
- my feet hurt.
- it's 11:26 pm
- i'm watching vh1
- i might skip practice in the morning
- my hair is in a ponytail
- i'm going for tea at the ritz carlton tomorrow with 2 friends
- i had pasta for dinner
- i have started using fluoride again
ahh! maybe i'm supposed to talk about the things i love! there are a lot of things that i love.
i love that i have the best boyfriend in the world who always knows how to make me smile...
i love being a part of a running team and actually getting coached and racing...
i love that my plants like my apartment and won't stop flowering...
but that kind of stuff probably makes most of you ill.
no one seems to like hearing about stuff other people love.
hmm. again.
maybe i'm supposed to blog about my family.
or my relationship with God.
or something.
i really don't know.
i guess that's why i like this medium - there are no rules.
i don't even necessarily know who you are, and i kind of like it like that.
i like that i don't actually know what you care about, either. then i don't have to worry about it. i can write about all the stuff above, depending on my mood, and not care if it's boring the crap out of you!
(well, not care only to the extent that i don't want you to stop reading)
anyways. this post has no point. i'm just thinking through my fingers, and figured i'd let you in on the fun.
one day, i'm going to write something very provacative and amazing and you're going to go "wow! i knew there was a reason i kept coming back to this lame and pointless blog all these years! thanks!"
promise.
sometimes i have to wonder why i have this blog. i mean, i write things. but, like, what's the point? i love to do it, and i won't stop, but, why do i care? why do you read it?
is it to be funny? to tell you about random mishaps to my week, such as the fact that i almost locked myself out of my apartment today? (but i got back in! because i'm sly and figured out a secret way...)
or that my high heel got stuck in a grate on the sidewalk, and a bum had to help me get it loose? yeah, that was embarrasing.
is it to share my dreams? like maybe i want to open a restaurant with my boyfriend some day? or go work at nike's research department in oregon? or that i want to make it to the olympics before i turn 40? or that i'm only going to have kids when i'm between the ages of 30 and 33?
maybe, it's to talk about things that make me mad, scared, or nervous... like moving to a new building with my company this weekend, so that monday everything i know and love about my job is potentially going to be different. or, like the fact that i have less friends in this city now than i did when i moved here two.3 years ago... i wish they'd stop moving away, fighting amongst themselves, or blowing me off because they think i'm too "busy" even though i'm home by myself most nights. people are weird.
hmm.
perhaps, it's to point you to thought provoking links? to tell you about the fun games you should play, or films you should watch, or articles you should read?
nah.
maybe it's to say things like: "man i miss boston, i should move back there soon." (when by soon i really mean in 2007... not in in the next few months).
or - maybe it's to tell you pointless facts about my current state that you probably don't care about. like:
- i ran 4 miles today.
- i drink a latte every morning. from starbucks.
- i went for beers with co-workers this afternoon when we left the office early because of the move. (they kicked us out)
- i'm wearing an orange shirt.
- my feet hurt.
- it's 11:26 pm
- i'm watching vh1
- i might skip practice in the morning
- my hair is in a ponytail
- i'm going for tea at the ritz carlton tomorrow with 2 friends
- i had pasta for dinner
- i have started using fluoride again
ahh! maybe i'm supposed to talk about the things i love! there are a lot of things that i love.
i love that i have the best boyfriend in the world who always knows how to make me smile...
i love being a part of a running team and actually getting coached and racing...
i love that my plants like my apartment and won't stop flowering...
but that kind of stuff probably makes most of you ill.
no one seems to like hearing about stuff other people love.
hmm. again.
maybe i'm supposed to blog about my family.
or my relationship with God.
or something.
i really don't know.
i guess that's why i like this medium - there are no rules.
i don't even necessarily know who you are, and i kind of like it like that.
i like that i don't actually know what you care about, either. then i don't have to worry about it. i can write about all the stuff above, depending on my mood, and not care if it's boring the crap out of you!
(well, not care only to the extent that i don't want you to stop reading)
anyways. this post has no point. i'm just thinking through my fingers, and figured i'd let you in on the fun.
one day, i'm going to write something very provacative and amazing and you're going to go "wow! i knew there was a reason i kept coming back to this lame and pointless blog all these years! thanks!"
promise.
posted by megan at
11:07:00 PM
4 Comments:
The point of your blog, megan, is so that when I don't want to do my homework during the commercial breaks between Gray's Anatomy, I can check your blog and have something to read. If you didn't write your blog I would have to read SOMEONE ELSE'S blog, and not that many people I know have blogs!
Not that many people have blogs as good as yours, either. I've been running a blog for a year and a half now, and I'm still not sure what its purpose really is. Some of my readers might have the same question, but not your readers.
I like your blog too! It's great to know what one of my many cousins across the country is up to. I just wish I could keep my blog up to date like you do...hmm...something to work on...
ok, thanks - i'm glad people don't seem to care that this blog has no point, and are happy to read it anyways. i will stop being a self-conscious blogger and continue on with the ramble that is my life!
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