The problem with being a blogger is trying to convince people that you don’t suck.
I don’t like telling people I even have a blog.
In person that is.
Through the magical world of computer communication I tell everyone, because I don’t have to actually look them in their Judging Eyes when I tell them.
When someone lets loose that I do have a blog, and I can’t avoid the confrontation through witty comments like, “Blog? Blog? Who’s a silly frog?” they typically have one of two reactions.
Either they feign interest to try and be nice: “Oh! That’s cool! I’ll have to check it out. Now let me tell you about this carpet I saw the other day.” This person, convinced that they’ve done a Good Thing, forgets that they never actually ask for the address of my “cool” blog.
The second reaction can be best be described as Utter Panic. This person doesn’t know how to deal with the notion that they think my blog probably sucks, thus them telling me something that they think will help: “Well, you really should think about going back to school.”
Overall, it’s a shitty experience.
Once the word is out though, there’s no turning back, so I must then try and convince People Who Are More Successful Than Me that my blog will one day lead me to fame and riches beyond my wildest dreams.
Or at least a new sweater.
The problem is that people think just because I don’t have my name attached to something they recognize – like Gawker (call me!) – I can’t possibly be a good writer.
Well, dammit, I am a good writer. At least that’s what my Mom tells me. And she’s pretty much always right.
And this is a good blog.
The only reason I’m not rich and famous from it is because I kinda forgot that I like to write until I wasted thousands of dollars on a degree I don’t use, got bogged down in a job in that field for awhile and maybe not too many people read it.
So really, when you think about it, this blog is the Best Thing Ever.
Aside from Robocop and chocolate covered pretzels.
That’s some tough competition.