I had a blog a year and a half ago, I stopped posting in it after about 5 entries (I know, typical). Before that, it was a Free Online Diary that my high school circle used to cryptically reveal our crushes and angsty desire for attention. And I am currently able to purchase all the margaritas I want thanks to writing for a certain blog. I have recently been debating whether or not to start the whole personal blog again, but there are just so many reasons to not even bother with the whole ordeal that is blogging:
1. The world seriously doesn’t need anymore moetherfucking bloggers.
There are 7.524 trillion blogs registered on Technorati and a lot of those people probably have a lot more to say than on much more interesting topics. Or worse, they have something infinitely more awesome to say on a similar topic. So why even bother?
2. Blogging is hard.
It is not that easy to regularly blog original, insightful thoughts. First you have to find inspiration somewhere, then you have to flush out your idea, then you have to log into your blogging tool, then you have to enter words into the text box, then you should probably spend a few minutes picking out a nice little graphic because people love pictures and then you have to hit publish. It’s really quite time consuming.
3. It’s really difficult to come up with a cool blog name.
It’s not like I’m planning on becoming the next big internet thing but I definitely would like a name that has a nice ring to it. And the more I sit down and try to sort it out, the more hopeless the whole dilemma becomes. I’m not even that happy with what I’ve chosen but maybe it will grow on me.
4. I’m like so late to the party, even the after parties are over.
Blogging is something everyone is forced to do now just to survive. It’s really not cool. Even my grandma knows what blogging is.
5. To use a real name or not?
The internet scares me. It’s crazy how much personal info I can track down on whatever target I happen to be doing some serious hating on at the moment. With a blog I’m inviting people I don’t know (a lot of whom I probably don’t even want to know…ever) to read my shit. It could be future employers (although why do I need an employer? I’m a Millennial) or cousins who enjoy ratting me out to the family matriarch for drinking beer (true story) or someone with an equal capacity for hatred as me. So do I take responsibility for what ends up here or not? For now I’m taking the pussy route and remaining semi-anonymous.
Those are just a few reasons that sitting down and actually trying to blog has terrified me for months now. I think I have finally worked up the courage to say, “Fuck it, I’m going to fucking blog.” So we’ll see what happens from here…
