tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499592479662987489.post5258078889881615847..comments2010-05-29T22:48:56.362-06:00Comments on rambunctiously softspoken: Starting a "Blog"? How to be successful:rambunctiously softspokenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13795778949188201616noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499592479662987489.post-29924102003014524652009-10-02T14:40:50.675-06:002009-10-02T14:40:50.675-06:00Blogging is so shameful. That's exactly why I...Blogging is so shameful. That's exactly why I have been too ashamed to tell people that I have one. I don't want my friends from high school to be like "do you remember Allie Brosh? Well she has a <i>blog</i> now... what a loser! Can you believe we voted her to be homecoming princess? I guess her life didn't really pan out the way it seemed it would..."<br /><br />I know I'm awesome and everything (I mean, I was the fucking homecoming princess - that's like winning the Nobel Peace Prize), but sometimes I look at my life and think "I fucking have a fucking <i>blog</i>... could I possibly be any more of a loser?" And the answer is yes because I also do not have a life or a job or any friends because, let's face it, Hamilton, MT is not exactly known for its vibrant social scene. <br /><br /> I also spend most of the day sitting on my couch, but instead of checking facebook every 10 minutes, I check my blog for new comments. <br /><br />You'll quickly discover that comments are like meth and heroin all rolled into one juicy needle full of bliss. Do people inject meth into their veins? <br /><br />Anyway, if people did take meth intravenously it would probably be a lot like getting new comments on their blog. They should have just started a blog instead of a drug habit. That is a much better life decision, even though the shame and feelings of failure remain the same. <br /><br />I like your steps for setting up a blog successfully. I did step one (kind of...), then moved straight to step three because I absolutely couldn't wait to start talking about myself. I figured that people would figure out what my blog was about eventually. I also didn't know how to describe it... "me talking about inane things and telling stories about awesome things that used to happen to me before I became such a loser?" No. "Pathetic excuse for a human relives her glory days amid mindless commentary on interesting topics like grammar?" Still no. It is just undefinable. Like love. My blog is like love. There you go. That kind of works. <br /><br />One thing that I really hated about starting a blog was thinking of the title. I was trying to be all clever, but now I just look at it and think "how lame am I?" I don't know if there is any way around that one though... it could have been worse, I guess. <br /><br />And I truly hate the word "blog." It is just such an uncomfortable word. It sounds like what you would call the sound a dog makes just before it vomits. I don't want to be associated with that word in any way, <i>but</i> I have an unstoppable desire to talk about myself, so I have to make a few sacrifices. <br /><br />Okay, I'll stop writing now. This comment is longer than some blog posts.Alliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04259303604002690708noreply@blogger.com