A blog on interactions with friends can run the risk of damaging intimacy. If I'm with them, mulling on what I might write about next, I'm really not very present, or quite possibly I'm more present than I'd be normally because I am really, really paying attention so I can make sure I get the details down for my next post. Sometimes when I'm with them, I try to think about what might make the interaction more funny. You know... actually reinventing content while I'm with them. It's for of a fantasy life I lead. If I am focused on details of our time together, I'm still not very present. Should I develop more friendships in order to have blog content?
I'm not interested (interesting?) enough to blog about real issues like exercise or making up recipes or travel adventure. Writing about those things -- does that take wisdom or just knowledge? (And so many people do it already. I'd be like a wart on a rear.) I suppose I can surf around, inform myself and repost bits and pieces of what I have learned, reformatted, in my own words of course. Who wants to read that crap from me? I can't even imagine writing about it. When I write about real things, I feel like I am channelling my mother. And she's still alive.
Over the holidays, I attended a party where a women sat down with me to talk. Finally, she said "Well, what are you interested in?" I thought about it for a moment and replied, "Nothing. I can't think of a thing." That pretty much ended our conversation.
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POD, Here's the deal. When you have something that interests you or something that you want to tell by writing, you'll know it. If you try to force things you'll be more frustrated than the subjects.
Like the woman that sat next to you at a party when there was nothing that was of interest to you at that moment. How refreshing; honesty!
Yes, I think the fact that you said "Not a thing" is very interesting...
You can be the Seinfeld of the Internet! Didn't he base an entire show on nothing?
I have a friend, who has had a bone marrow transplant, chemo, the works for cancer. It's been a while now. He just said to me the other day, "Now that I realize I'm going to live, I have to have a life again!"
You are doing great!!
All right, now. No lamenting. ;)
*I* like reading here! What does that say about me??? Although I really think it's hilarious that you told some woman at a party that you weren't interested in anything.
Have you seen the website meetup.com? I've met some really cool people through there, and it's been a great tool for getting out of the house and into other things.
Marste, it's not that I really don't have interests. I just could not think of anything concrete right then. Like I don't knit or crochet or have those kind of hobbies. I like to read. I like to eat. (we know that) I like to garden or I'd like to have a garden if it weren't for the deer and gophers.
I should have told that woman I like to complain -- that's my hobby.
Hi Pod
I think it funny that you lke to embellish the truth because it makes a good story. My mother has done that all her life and, fortunately, I have inherited the exageration gene also. It is fabulous, as even the most boring of stories can be tweaked for comic relief. Everyone thinks I have such an interesting life,,when really its just my imagination, and wicked sense of the bazaar and what is funny (it is really for my own amusement).
p.s. I just had to type in 'enema' in the word verification...that one really is true....and a giggle.
Love Malonie
"I should have told that woman I like to complain -- that's my hobby."
You're good at it, no snark intended -- your "complaining" can be funny/witty/insightful.
To me, her question sounded rude.
I liked your response.
...And I like reading what you have to write.
"I feel like I'm channelling my mother. And she's still alive."
OMG. That was the funniest thing I've read today.
I like your blog posts. :)
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