I hate blogs.
Why does anyone think that their inner thoughts, pithy commentary and words of wisdom would be at all entertaining or enlightening to anyone else? Who is narcissistic enough to think that anyone would be interested, save the family dog or a really empathetic close friend?
Who are these bloggers? And who actually spends valuable minutes of their lives reading these inner monologues made outer?
Guess they're both me. I'm a teacher, mom, wife, sister, daughter, granddaughter (though my grandparents have passed), friend, coworker, volunteer, worshiper, learner, and writer.
Today I thought this was a good idea. Maybe no one else will ever read it, but I think I have enough to say in one place that it was finally vaguely interesting to me. If anyone but a spoofer, spammer, or accidental clicker reads this, I'll be surprised.
But if YOU do, and you know who you are, that audience I've been talking to for years, let me know what you think.
More soon.
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