The First Post...That's Intense.

There's a certain feeling you get when you create a blog, whether you're just starting out or you're a seasoned veteran working on number 27. Obviously, you're excited, because you wouldn't be starting a blog if you didn't want to write shit, send it into Teh Internets, and hope someone reads it. The idea of producing something and someone reading and responding to it is just too good. There's certainly an egoism to it; when people read and respond, you feel you have been successful. Feeling successful can lead to emotions that are very much the opposite of modest. Being read is, simply, a great feeling.

The second feeling you get is dread: you fear, quite viscerally, that no one will care what you're saying. And that hurts. Clearly, there's no reason to assume anyone should care one bit about whatever it is you're writing about, but you still feel lame inside if no one reads it. It's like dressing up all crazy style for a Halloween party and then the whole night goes by and no one really notices how much effort you put into that Joker makeup and green jacket, and whatever. It's sad, and you feel unappreciated. Not cool.



But let's be honest: why should anyone care what you're saying? Who are you? No one, that's who. The superficial assumption is that you live in your parent's basement/guest house and you have nothing better to do but criticize other people/detail the trivialities of your life. And that can be pretty damn boring, I have to admit. Hell, this is probably boring. And so initially the incentive to spend five minutes reading the random thoughts of person X is incredibly weak. Why read a new blog when you could go to YouTube and type in "fat people falling" and spend 30 minutes on the floor, dying of laughter?

So in the beginning there is excitement and trepidation. You want to write, you need that feeling of being read, being wanted, but you're scared shitless that no one is going to care and you're afraid of what that will do to your psyche. So what do you do? You write and write and don't give a shit. And if no one reads you, the question arises: am I any good?

Here's an appropriate deductive syllogism to illustrate the answer to this question:

1. If you write shit and no one reads it, then you suck.
2. You write shit and no one reads it.
3. Ergo, you suck.*

That's logic, bitches.



*I clearly suck. Check it.