When I was thinking of starting a blog I was adamant that under no circumstances would it contain “today I went to the dentist and blah, blah, blah” – I can leave that to Jeffrey Archer.
However, (and was that the most predictable however you have experienced?) only three days into the life of the blog and the stance had its first real test as yesterday was “the day the washing machine arrived”.
Now, although it caused some slight drama and there were interesting personality clashes, I feel as soon I start posting my Zanussi exploits, it’s a slippery slope to the “day a bird flew into the house” and then, before you know it, we have arrived at “the day we all started popping Zoloft”.
Are we all agreed that it is a somewhat acceptable tale to relate to uncritical, intoxicated friends but, if it ever appears in text, that kind of daily banality should be bodily escorted to the car park?
Accepting the proviso that anything has value if told with wit and originality (and therein lies my decision to not post), most postings would be more engaging if they were reflections on outside events as, let’s face it, most of us are living lives of type written desperation. Clearly some bloggers need reminding that the centre of the universe is a little further away than they may think.
If you are still reading this and the main thought is “What kind of cycle does it recommend for delicates?” maybe I am the mistaken one and I should really, really try those pills, but I would love to believe that is not the case.
Let’s save communications about the bird, the washing machine and the dentist for face time. Let’s move blogging up the hierarchy of converse. If we start from the need for human contact, shimmy up the ladder, spend a few days flirting with social grooming then, before you know it, all our blogs will be at the top of the communication pyramid and we can back slap away on the quality of our insights.
Remember: “if we are not thinking, we have nothing to converse about”
Random voice heard on Radio 4
However, (and was that the most predictable however you have experienced?) only three days into the life of the blog and the stance had its first real test as yesterday was “the day the washing machine arrived”.
Now, although it caused some slight drama and there were interesting personality clashes, I feel as soon I start posting my Zanussi exploits, it’s a slippery slope to the “day a bird flew into the house” and then, before you know it, we have arrived at “the day we all started popping Zoloft”.
Are we all agreed that it is a somewhat acceptable tale to relate to uncritical, intoxicated friends but, if it ever appears in text, that kind of daily banality should be bodily escorted to the car park?
Accepting the proviso that anything has value if told with wit and originality (and therein lies my decision to not post), most postings would be more engaging if they were reflections on outside events as, let’s face it, most of us are living lives of type written desperation. Clearly some bloggers need reminding that the centre of the universe is a little further away than they may think.
If you are still reading this and the main thought is “What kind of cycle does it recommend for delicates?” maybe I am the mistaken one and I should really, really try those pills, but I would love to believe that is not the case.
Let’s save communications about the bird, the washing machine and the dentist for face time. Let’s move blogging up the hierarchy of converse. If we start from the need for human contact, shimmy up the ladder, spend a few days flirting with social grooming then, before you know it, all our blogs will be at the top of the communication pyramid and we can back slap away on the quality of our insights.
Remember: “if we are not thinking, we have nothing to converse about”
Random voice heard on Radio 4
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