I’ve come to the determination that my blog is not irreverent enough . This may be because I have nothing inane to say about drinking in my dorm room or kvetching about hangovers and first experiences. I read a lot of blogs, most ….fart jokes….sexual immaturity…. sense of entitlement…. thinking everything is ‘new and undiscovered’…..boring after twenty years as an active involved parent. How childishness has ceased to interest me, let me count the ways.
If I read about anyone ‘discovering’ India or Thailand again I’ll puke. I own a T-shirt that reads ‘ I’m a Virgin’ , while underneath it says, ‘this is a really old T-shirt’. I like to think…. thinking is not a popular blog sport…..not punchy or current. Maybe I should go for more ‘Jackass’ in my communications style? If I rip off ‘Attack of the Show’ like half a million ‘current’ offerings on YouTube have, will that make me ‘popular’?
No, that’s not for me, I’m all grownup. I have my own style. I like to pursue my intellect . Alcohol and kvetching interferes with the fluid continuity I enjoy. I am not desirous of developing my personality on the template of social expectations or seeking status through chemical stimulation. I still wonder, I still dream, just not through the filter of social media and peer homogeneity. I have my own thoughts. I like who I have become. Feckless insecurity is not my scene.
It’s my opinion that most people assume too much, take for granted what they know , who they are, instead of realizing that much of what they think is a by-product of societal conditioning and the mass delusion of trend following advertised as to what is ‘popular’, being aimed at their cohort, rather than from personal experience. I wonder what it would be like if more people aspired to create a single unique thought while alive. What would that world look like?
In the blog world I am a revolutionary.