WebKittyn Warbles
Sunday, October 14, 2007
A Whole Lot of Nothing!
It amazes me how full of themselves some people actually are.
I've done a whole lot of nothing the past few days, nothing except sneeze and puke. Seems I picked up some sort of nasty little stomach bug, it's going away but talk about a harsh few days. Ugh.
I screwed up my 100 in 100 but that's cool, I'll start over.
I've been thinking about the internet since I haven't been spending much time online. People are funny. If you read a blog that makes you a stalker. I'm not sure if that's misplaced ego or what but it's stupid. There are a few blogs I read that belong to people I don't speak with, hardly makes me a stalker. Takes a mighty big ego to think you're actually important enough to be 'stalked.'
Then there are people who don't blog for themselves. Their entire blog reads like a poor attempt to get attention and recognition for the attention they don't get in their offline lives. Those are the blogs I skip over, who wants to read a fake blog full of crap that means nothing that exists only to get attention.
People really think they're hot shit because they have blogs people read, it's amusing. I know of one chick who actually considers herself an internet phenom which is damn funny. Phenom? Yah, okay.
I think I used to be like that but these days I don't care. I got to the point where I was holding back what I blogged about out of concern for pissing people off, I was concerned with how many people came by here to read and comment and while my real-world ego never grew because of the internet, it easily could have.
Then there are the crazies who like to threaten as if they have some secret info on people they've never met or really had any conversations with. Blog wars, the ultimate exercise in stupidity. Ooh, I'm so big and bad let me spout off here and threaten so-and-so that I'm going to go off on them on my BLOG! Yah, okay.
Let us not forget the tortured souls. The millions of self-proclaimed geniuses and writers that live on the internet and love to sit and judge everyone else. I'm such a great writer, why am I here amongst the commoners, I'm so smart and complex no one will ever figure me out, waaaah waaaaah. Ever notice that the truly 'smart' don't need to plaster it all over the place or hang from their cross of tortured brilliance? The really smart people I've run across (Meathe, Jody, Mango, Utopia) don't spend every minute reminding the world how brilliant and tortured they are, only the ones who really aren't that smart or that tortured feel the need to shout it from the heavens.
I've stopped writing if I have nothing to say. I've stopped half-assed crap or just posting quizzes/awards to get attention so I can nominate myself for some lame blog award and then pretend to be surprised. I never thought I was hot shit because I had readers, that's silly. Not that readers and commenters aren't welcomed and appreciated, it's just not as important as it once was.
I wish I was a grad. student, the internet has so many amazing possibilities for psychological profiling. I would do a hell of a thesis on the whole mental end of the internet and have a blast doing it. Michele Malkin is a phenom. Drudge, as bad as he was on live TV, is an internet phenom and yes it can happen to anyone but unless the standards have been lowered way way down ..........
To the people who check this blog daily or every other day or so, I do appreciate you and I don't consider you stalkers, even the people I can identify and don't understand why they're coming here to read when we don't get along. A friend of mine was labeled a 'stalker' by a seriously delusional individual with major delusions of grandeur. Another one was actually on the receiving end of a threat to shut up or a 'blog war' would take place.
Maybe I'm becoming jaded but I'm actually embarrassed at some of my past associations and how people have changed from decent beings to giant-headed self-worshipping maniacs. Makes me wonder how bad the real world must be if the only place for solace and popularity is behind the safety of a monitor.
Ah well. What do I know.
I've done a whole lot of nothing the past few days, nothing except sneeze and puke. Seems I picked up some sort of nasty little stomach bug, it's going away but talk about a harsh few days. Ugh.
I screwed up my 100 in 100 but that's cool, I'll start over.
I've been thinking about the internet since I haven't been spending much time online. People are funny. If you read a blog that makes you a stalker. I'm not sure if that's misplaced ego or what but it's stupid. There are a few blogs I read that belong to people I don't speak with, hardly makes me a stalker. Takes a mighty big ego to think you're actually important enough to be 'stalked.'
Then there are people who don't blog for themselves. Their entire blog reads like a poor attempt to get attention and recognition for the attention they don't get in their offline lives. Those are the blogs I skip over, who wants to read a fake blog full of crap that means nothing that exists only to get attention.
People really think they're hot shit because they have blogs people read, it's amusing. I know of one chick who actually considers herself an internet phenom which is damn funny. Phenom? Yah, okay.
I think I used to be like that but these days I don't care. I got to the point where I was holding back what I blogged about out of concern for pissing people off, I was concerned with how many people came by here to read and comment and while my real-world ego never grew because of the internet, it easily could have.
Then there are the crazies who like to threaten as if they have some secret info on people they've never met or really had any conversations with. Blog wars, the ultimate exercise in stupidity. Ooh, I'm so big and bad let me spout off here and threaten so-and-so that I'm going to go off on them on my BLOG! Yah, okay.
Let us not forget the tortured souls. The millions of self-proclaimed geniuses and writers that live on the internet and love to sit and judge everyone else. I'm such a great writer, why am I here amongst the commoners, I'm so smart and complex no one will ever figure me out, waaaah waaaaah. Ever notice that the truly 'smart' don't need to plaster it all over the place or hang from their cross of tortured brilliance? The really smart people I've run across (Meathe, Jody, Mango, Utopia) don't spend every minute reminding the world how brilliant and tortured they are, only the ones who really aren't that smart or that tortured feel the need to shout it from the heavens.
I've stopped writing if I have nothing to say. I've stopped half-assed crap or just posting quizzes/awards to get attention so I can nominate myself for some lame blog award and then pretend to be surprised. I never thought I was hot shit because I had readers, that's silly. Not that readers and commenters aren't welcomed and appreciated, it's just not as important as it once was.
I wish I was a grad. student, the internet has so many amazing possibilities for psychological profiling. I would do a hell of a thesis on the whole mental end of the internet and have a blast doing it. Michele Malkin is a phenom. Drudge, as bad as he was on live TV, is an internet phenom and yes it can happen to anyone but unless the standards have been lowered way way down ..........
To the people who check this blog daily or every other day or so, I do appreciate you and I don't consider you stalkers, even the people I can identify and don't understand why they're coming here to read when we don't get along. A friend of mine was labeled a 'stalker' by a seriously delusional individual with major delusions of grandeur. Another one was actually on the receiving end of a threat to shut up or a 'blog war' would take place.
Maybe I'm becoming jaded but I'm actually embarrassed at some of my past associations and how people have changed from decent beings to giant-headed self-worshipping maniacs. Makes me wonder how bad the real world must be if the only place for solace and popularity is behind the safety of a monitor.
Ah well. What do I know.
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