Respite

Now that my subjects in Journalism are all majors (and one elective), my drive to write creatively and professionally has increased again. It’s the thought of managing a blog that’s dragging me down.

Frankly I’m finding it quite pointless to even manage one in the first place. Why should anyone give a damn if I slept for sixteen hours and woke up at 2am, had herpes and got dumped by my bueno-para-nada boyfriend? Well, at least why bother keep a personal blog and broadcast to the world of your personal life for perfect strangers to read?

Everytime I have the drive to start a new “professional” blog to have a theme of its own (e.g. cars, music, Hollywood, videogames, sex positions, et cetera), they always end up being personal blogs and contain about some tidbits of my life. Of course I wouldn’t make an emo out of myself and whine about the world being a big scary place.

Then again here’s this blog I found dedicated to bashing Crocs; that absurd and “the most unstylish footwear I’ve ever seen,” says a friend. I may not take these alien-looking slippers fancy but of course I’d definitely not waste time, emotions and web space to advertise its absurdity.

To each his own then.