Early Ramblings

May 2, 2008

It’s hard to write something new in keeping with the title of the blog when not feeling agitated.  Reading other people’s blogs is therapeutic and currently one of my favourite pastimes.

I have spent the last few days on Bitchy Jones’ Diary because: a) I find the subject matter and Bitchy’s POV of same very interesting, and b) DAYS because I’m just a little obsessive when I find an interest.  I am intrigued by other people and particular things about them that pique my curiosity.  And I AM a curious person.  Not for the sake of being better educated or well informed, but  just because I want to know how some people tick.  (Which is not to say that I don’t appreciate education and intelligence).

And yet, in my everyday worklife, I could give a shit about people (read: customers).  They generally bug me.  I’m not so much anti-social as probably unsociable and yet I find myself drawn to some people, wanting to know more (without knowing too much – most people, I find, are perfectly nice until you actually get to know them).

It’s easy to be drawn to someone through their blog if there is something to relate to, or a piece of personality to be attracted to, or something as simple as a picture on the page.  The blogs that I have been drawn to seem to have an anonymous author and I like it that way.  There is no photo, no personal information, nothing but words from which I can build my own mental picture.  Their subject matter and the way it is written is the most attractive/intriguing/interesting thing about them.  That’s not to say the person behind the blog does not matter.  They have obviously written from their hearts and heads in a way that makes the words appeal to me, and so, without the person behind the words, the blog would not have the same impact.  But it is the thought processes, personal experiences – the well articulated experiences which make them interesting.

And therapeutic. 

It’s easier to delve into other people’s lives than it is to do something about bettering mine.  And if you have learned nothing else of me from this post, you now know my worst trait is my laziness.