Frequently, when I see other people's blogs, I wonder why I (or they) bother. Like diaries, if you have a busy interesting life, you have no time to blog about it; and if you have the time, you haven't done anything worth blogging about. I am not about to start a career out of stating the bleeding obvious, that pool is overflowing already; nor will I moan and rant about other people (not today, anyway). I am not Nigella in the kitchen, jut a sweary messy woman who likes to feed people. I don't dispense sex tips like Mrs Sting, or fashion and beauty advice (which you would know if you took one look at me). I don't knit my own yurts, though I did once have 3 pet chickens who were a delight. I am not in a band, nor am I writing a screenplay, script or even a novel. I don't have amazing children about to take the world by storm, (even if our only kid is a fantastic drummer, you won't hear me pushing him on the TV), I was never a glamour model (nearly) or married to anyone sleazy enough to sell my story. Even though we 'survived a life threatening accident' I don't feel like sharing any of that; it was hardly uplifting after all. I am an immigrant, not an expat, so I can't comment on those issues other than travel guide tips. Seinfeld famously made a career out of 'a show about nothing', and I think a lot of blogs are like that too; nice if you can make inconsequential small talk sound remotely interesting or inspiring, but I am afraid I haven't even got that gift. Any advice I give is likely to be 'Suck it up, Princess' or 'have you tried running it under a hot tap?'.
I frequently don't recognise this world, or know my place in it any more; I am not sure if that is a getting older thing, or a general 'turning my back on society' thing. But perhaps the sad thing is, I don't really care. I am finding it harder and harder to get worked up about so many emotive issues that fill my timelines and my inboxes. It all seems so dumbed down and uninvolving, so curiously flat and 2dimensional. Perhaps I should go back to the old chicken keeping, yurt knitting, gun toting lifestyle? Then I could blog mindlessly to my hearts content about manure?
I frequently don't recognise this world, or know my place in it any more; I am not sure if that is a getting older thing, or a general 'turning my back on society' thing. But perhaps the sad thing is, I don't really care. I am finding it harder and harder to get worked up about so many emotive issues that fill my timelines and my inboxes. It all seems so dumbed down and uninvolving, so curiously flat and 2dimensional. Perhaps I should go back to the old chicken keeping, yurt knitting, gun toting lifestyle? Then I could blog mindlessly to my hearts content about manure?
As the owner of a particularly uninteresting blog, I have to say that I share your incomprehension at the world, nowadays. So much trivia is served up as tragedy that it can sometimes be hard to recognise the real thing when it happens - and to care about it. (And yes, I do recognise the irony of my saying this, as I contribute to the problem!)
ReplyDeletePersonally, I think the key is filtering: these things/people I will listen to and care about, those things/people I won't. It doesn't mean that those things/people aren't worth caring about or that, if I devoted time and attention to them, I wouldn't care about them, just that I choose not to, for the sake of my own sanity as much as anything else.
And as you're firmly in the former camp, that leads me to ask - are you okay?
why thank you Mr S, you are a sweetheart :) I am in all respects fine, just feeling very old and redundant (not to mention particularly unattractive and dense); this makes me feel out of step with the rest of humanity, which in turn leads me to feel not 'at one' with the rest of humanity. Not to mention that my sentence construction becomes clunky and torrid. Like all phases, it will pass.
ReplyDeleteI do like your blog posts; they show me a different perspective, and a window to another culture on your travels. You genuinely have something to contribute in a philosophical way, as in moving forward rather than post morteming and navel gazing, grave digging like some supposedly 'deep' posters. Maybe it's just a question of taste, like literature and music?
thank you xx