Purpose

Quite frankly, my blog sucks.
I realize that no one reads it and I'm sadly ok with that.


Others:

Sad Little Man.
A few years back Chicago's greatest improv troupe of all time came to perform for the conservative town of Manhattan. They did an amazing job of kindly loving us for our flaws along with everything else-after all, we're all human. Through the many hilarious bits and gags, I distinctly remember one song they sang for us. It's title: "No one reads your blog". This story through song took us into the every detail of this mans life and the importance he thought was behind that. More so, the inevitable fact that, indeed, no one cared. No one read his blog about: sadness.


Speech and Debate.
Within this play there is a rousing young girl named Diwata. As most prepubesent teenagers are, Diwata enjoys more than anything to display her life via WebBlog. Though, this causes a huge disturbance within her life (amongst other issues) this blog is her outlet, her way of expression. No matter who watches, she is more than willing to tell the world what she thinks: angry issues.

Fashion.
Then there are the blogs about what everyone in Europe is wearing. The latest fashions, the rags to riches of glamorous lines, ways to look expensively like a hobo but caring all the while. Simple tips and tricks to look stylin' with the best of em. Secretly, I love to hate them because no matter how simple the looks are...money is money and lack there of I have. Yet, I read them daily: Fashion.

























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Sex and the City.
Let's face it. Women in the world today have this idealogic perseption of New York City living because of the plots played out in this series. In some capacities, not real. In others, absolutely. The dreamy talk of romance for shoes and men is all the rage scattered across the opinion column of Carrie Bradshaw: Love.














Everyone who views any of these opinions/views has some interest to take note of what the authors have to say. As for my blog...I don't really even have a strong opinion about half of the things I write about. Truthfully, somedays I write just to write. Maybe it's because I've lost my pen and pad of paper for the day...who knows. It's much more difficult for me to write about my life or topics from life rather than writing monologues, scenes or pieces of prose. Completely different ball game. It's different, so I'm trying. I've been trying, and have been failing. SO, upping the ante...blogs are dying, let's make them interesting again.

Long story short. I should write with more purpose. I should write with more gumption. I should write what I want. I should write because I care. I should write, because anyone could see it...but also because no one reads my blog.