So I’ve decided to start blogging.
That much is obvious. I’m clever like that.
Several people have suggested I start this. They say I have so many thoughts, so many observations, so many things to say that I should write it all down. Instead of telling people. Repeatedly. Whenever the opportunity arises.
It’s rather bizarre that of all people my mum suggested this idea. This is a woman who talks of the evils of the internet and the fact that people put whatever’s on their minds out there. Perhaps she doesn’t quite get the idea of blogging. Although it’s depressing that my parents are more tech savvy than I am. The original draft of this post was written by hand in my notebook because I had no laptop at the time. I may have slightly dropped it. Again. But only a little.
So whoever’s idea it was, I am now adding my thoughts to the billions that pour across the internet every day. It has gotten to the stage where the ordinary individual can take every little thought that pops into their head, can broadcast it on a global scale and can be promptly ignored by people all over the world. Because, really, who is actually going to read this blog? Can you look me in the eye and say you read every blog, every tweet, every facebook post that you come across? I can’t. Of course it’s physically impossible for me to look myself in the eye, but that’s beside the point. The point is there are billions of people all over the world all shouting for our attention and, let’s face it, they’re not doing much except getting very hoarse.
The whole situation reminds me of my grandparents. Whenever they used to come and visit my nan would sit at one end of the table, my pop at the other, and they’d simultaneously hold two separate conversations with my parents who, caught between the two, would smile and nod and look generally bewildered. Of course, my parents are starting to get to that stage themselves, so perhaps it runs in the family. I have a very loud, talkative family.
Maybe that’s the reason so many people blog. With everyone around you talking, it’s hard to make people listen. So they go to the other end of the spectrum and talk to everyone in the hope that someone will pay attention. Personally I like to talk without expecting anyone to listen. Even I barely listen to half the things I say.
So what follows are my thoughts – my strange little observations of the world, of life, family, politics, and whatever else interests me or annoys the hell out of me. I hope you’ll find it as entertaining as I may.
Presuming I can make my voice heard above the rest.
