Tuesday, 04 May 2010

  • Last-ish post

    Once upon a time, in some place fah, fah away (depending on where you live), there was This Dude. He liked blogging and stuff. He started blogging nearly three years ago, about a year and four months after meeting the most beautiful girl ever imaginable (who later became his girlfriend). He liked writing deep things and poetry, but felt that had no place on the interwebs. But he still settled right into Xanga and blogged his little heart out. It was his outlet. His feedback source. That's why he liked it so much, because people told him how they felt about how he felt, and he just thought that was pretty cool. Then he got a girlfriend, and Xanga started pushing back,  but it faltered. It wasn't Xanga's fault at all; This Dude had just changed. This Dude still loved Xanga, he just didn't know what to write anymore. He could now write deep things and poetry for his girlfriend, and she jumped all over him and kissed him and held him and loooved him and wanted to marry him and all that sappy stuff. He didn't really need an outlet on the internet anymore, because his girlfriend gave him feedback and he liked not having to type to spill his feelings (plus, Xanga never kissed and hugged him).

    He did love his friends immensely though, so just for them he'd come back every few days and write something new. Then his uncle died, his sister got married, his brother nearly died in a car wreck, he started lifting weights, his grandpa moved in, his mother broke her leg, and he momentarily forgot Xanga. He started writing something every few weeks, or once a month, just cuz he loved his peoples. He started losing interest, not in the people, but writing. He didn't really see the point of it anymore. He didn't know why he did it before. Maybe because he had the time? He didn't anymore. He wondered what he could've accomplished in the time he'd spent there. This Dude felt bad for abandoning Xanga, because he had met so many wonderful people there. He went weeks without logging in. He stopped suddenly coming up with ideas for posts, he stopped being motivated to write and comment and read other blogs. He used to spend hours, every single day, writing and commenting. This Dude used to go crazy when he couldn't access a computer to write something or comment someone.

    Now he goes crazy without his girlfriend, and sometimes he goes crazy without his weights. He felt ashamed to come back and blog again and leave for another month, because he knew some people would say "OMGZ U JUST DO IT 4 TEH COMMINTZ. ZERO EPROPS 4 U!" He didn't really do it for the comments in a way, but in a way he did. Everyone loves feedback, including This Dude, but he liked getting his feelings out and exposing how he felt, but knowing how someone felt about how he felt made him feel good about how he felt. He really missed his favorite writers, who undoubtedly left for Facebook. He still loved Xanga though. One day, he felt so bad, he thought he would log in and write a blawg about himself in third person, just to look clever, and inform his friends that he wasn't dead. He'll still comment his friends when he gets the chance, maybe once a week, but he's done blogging for the most part. But who knows...

    This Dude may surprise you.

    p.s. Man, the Ish sites suck now.

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