How about a nice game of chess?

It's 2011.  And every new year I say that I'll blog more and every year it seems like I blog less than the year before.  I wonder why that is.  Why do I feel the need to blog in the first place?  Am I so full of wisdom that it'd be a crime against humanity for me to withhold all my knowledge from the world?  I think not.  Most likely, it stems from some inner desire for a sense of importance and popularity though the hopes that anonymous readers are actively interested in my life.  It's with this celebrity envy that I post my whimsical life updates online for the millions of potential fans to indulge in - despite the fact that no one even knows that this blog exists and thus no one will ever read what I am so desperately trying to share.


So why do I do it?  I always say that I don't blog anymore because I don't have anything to say (which is true more often than not),  but sometimes I actually do have ideas that I wish to share.  However, any kind of writing requires thought, and when it comes to blogging especially, a touch of finesse, humor, and all those whistles and bells that make reading a blog actually worth reading.  This is where the problem lies.  After a long day at the office, my brain wants to shut down for the night, not continue to work!  Thus it's so much easier to just watch TV or play games online than to sit down and write.

If i could just half ass all of my blog posts I'd probably be writing non-stop.  But I can't half ass any post because I'm still secretly hoping that people will be reading my blog, and thus I must maintain a high level of standards for each post, lest my scarce population of readers think that I'm so kind of babbling idiot.

It's a weird and demented cycle.  I guess the only winning move is not to play.