I've said this before, and I'll say it again. Blogs are forms of shameless self-indulgence. Think about it. It allows you to broadcast to a pretty damned large audience what you think about something, at the same time giving them an insight to the kind of person you are. I mean, I should know. And you would too. I mean, you're reading this, aren't you? That's right, and you know I condone shameless self-indulgence of this kind. Who's a clever boy? Who's a clever boy?
It's the whole voyeur issue again. People come back only because those crazy bastards want to either live vicariously through you or gawk at the amazing/ludicrious/funny/screwed things you get up to. But the funny part is that you want them to. That's the whole point of a public blog, isn't it? Exhibitionist and voyeur. We all get our thrills somewhere.
Another thing - how do you keep them coming back? Scintillating reports of one's daily existence. You find stuff in your life that people are actually interested in and make like a soap opera to keep them coming back. If you're a crashing bore (i.e. no life), then you're pretty much going to be ranting about one thing or another most of the time to keep your readers craving for more senseless anger. Unless, of course, you make writing about boring things your modus operandi. Essentially though, it's all about REACTION. You give them something to think about and react to. Even if it means calling them insensitive jerks without an iota of tact to know when to say what. All the time, criticism. All the time. I know you don't like me, but you don't have to make is so obvious. (See that? That's whingy guilt tripping in a bid to elicit attention right there. Not that they care or that it ever works anyway. Yes, I don't know when to stop.)
Someone did say I write about my life mostly, and not what I think about. I guess that's because I do most of my thinking when it's quiet and I'm alone. Especially when travelling. I think a lot on the bus, but jotting down thoughts on a moving bus has proved to be extremely... non-productive. Plus, I tend not to write very emotional pieces here because tendency has it that good friends worriedly ask me if something's wrong later on after the mood has worn on. It's not just good friends, of course, but no offense to friends out there, I don't really relish the thought of (collective)"you" knowing that I can be dangerously capricious in moods. And even if you did know I was in a bad mood, what could you do about it? I've realised only a few people can actually make me laugh when I'm all riled up and pissy. -sad smile-
That aside, do you think it's appropriate for a girl to woo a guy? (You can react to this, you know, or do you only respond to posts/questions that are addressed in 300 or more words?)
:: nimezs @ 1:31 am [+] ::
