Heh, look who's back.

It's been what?  Two months?  Yeah, well, those things happen and the only reason I'm back now is because it's almost 4am, I can't sleep, Farmville won't give me my stupid candy container and I'm too aggravated to redecorate my farm.  I'd walk away from it...okay, *them, since I have two farms...except I've...um...put a little money into them.  I don't want to talk about that anymore.  Thanks.

So, blogging.  I've actually been thinking about blogging in general lately, which is another reason I've not been doing it.  Don't get me wrong, it's not like chewing gum - I really can think about blogging and do it, too.  It's that *what I've been thinking about it sort of put me off.  Now, before I go any further, let me just say that people who blog to keep families far away updated with tales and pictures?  Totally get it.  People who blog with a purpose, like the women who crockpotted every day for a year or someone giving day to day experiences during adoption?  I get that, too.  My friends online, true friends, who post pictures of their kids and vacations?  I love going and looking, I truly do!  But it's because I know and care about these people and their families on a personal level first and foremost, and pictures/tales are my only way of sharing that part of their lives with them.  But people who blog just to take parts of their mundane lives and jazz them up and expect people to fawn over them?  "Ethan is so brilliant!  He pointed to his peepee sticking up in the bathtub and called it a periscope!"  Yeah, not so fucking much, sorry.  What's worse is when these same people post all over the damn internet, acting like they want to be a part of whatever community or activity they're in at the time but in reality are doing it to try to drum up readers for their dumbass, boring blog.  It's wickedly arrogant to actually think that very average you and your very average kids who do very average things are so interesting that people will care.  These same people are the ones who ask people for comments, put people on the spot to follow them and are just generally an annoying pain in the ass.  And frankly, I just don't want to be one of them, I don't want to be looked upon like that.  It's really been bothering me, thinking how damn arrogant it is of me to think my life is really all that interesting, you know?  Hell, I bore myself and I'm easily amused. I think it's even made me a little bit paranoid and icky-ish, since there have been things I've wanted blog about and stopped, thought, "Wow, would anyone really care but me?  I don't want people to feel like they have to be polite..." and I didn't bother.  Then, enough time passed that I have been a bit embarrassed to come back and try to explain all this, not to mention the added pressure of feeling like it would be arrogant to do so.  In case you've not noticed, given half a chance, I could run myself insane with over-thinking. 

So, here's the deal - I'm back and I might stay back.  Or I might not.  A lot of it might depend on that Farmville candy baskets, if I'm perfectly honest here.  But the only way I can do this and not feel obnoxious about it is to make it clear that I will never, ever be hurt if someone, even someone I care for, is bored and doesn't want to bother reading my crap.  I also will never, ever be upset if no one comments.  I never was before, for the record, but I just want to clarify it.  If I'm going to try this once more, it's going to be purely so that if I drop dead tomorrow, my family will find this little corner of the internet and have a small piece of me to read and smile over.  Should anyone else actually like it, then hey - bonus points.

Also, I'd like to make a prediction:  Mom-blogging is on its way out unless the mom in question has something incredibly unique and freakish going on in her life.  I'm trying, for once in my life, to be a trendsetter and figure out what the next big thing will be but so far, I'm stumped.  And really, I just want my candy baskets, goddammit.