I keep checking the 7 train on the NYC subway bloggers list, hoping I’ll find someone who’s worth going out to coffee with, but it’s just not happening. Most bloggers don’t present themselves as interesting people. Witness:
The words “musings,” “ramble,” “rant,” “babbling,” and “stuff” show up with alarming regularity in these blog descriptions, unbolstered by any suggestion of what the content is about. I’m especially anxious about the use of “life,” as in “about life,” as if life were a weighed and measured packet doled out to everyone equally. You’d think we’ve all heard enough about botulism poptarts in Afghanistan by now to know that life isn’t an MRE…
Worse yet, many bloggers seem to have succumbed to ennui or self-hatred. As in:
Well, so, maybe this is Queens, right? Surely people in Manhattan are having more fun, and have a better sense of what their lives are about. Let’s look at the 6 train:
Can I worry about this, please? I think I want to worry about this. I’m going to blame it on American culture again, ok? It’s not just that I hate American society and culture on their own merits; it’s that I hate how it makes people hate themselves and their lives because they’re not worth SELLING. C’mon, people! Everyone has a reason to get other people interested in their lives! If there really truly isn’t, it’s time to MAKE ONE!
oh, well. I suppose diaries don’t have to have an editorial vision.
It does, I’ve found out, that people with more unusual descriptions have more interesting blogs. For example, this guy. “One nation, that has never heard of your nation…” tee hee.