I Shouldn't Have a Blog

I love reading people’s blogs. I’m a blog stalker. If I’ve ever heard your name I’ve probably read your blog. I love them! They’re funny, interesting, sweet, or at the very least, fascinating in a “What the crap?! Why are you sharing that publicly and did you really just spell that word wrong?” sort of way. It had never, however, entered my consciousness to begin a blog of my own. The other day, my older brother, who maintains an excellent and very entertaining blog, suggested that I start one. What?! That’s ridiculous! Who in the world would ever be interested in a thing I had to say? I’d have a readership of like 3. How humiliating would it be to see 1 hit on my blog and find out it was my mom? Also, what would I write about? I don’t do awesome stuff all the time. I don’t have the super special kind of mind that can turn, I don’t know, tripping over a crack in the sidewalk into a hilarious 500 word composition. I’m not that clever, not terribly funny. I certainly wouldn’t have an angsty, existential blog. I’m not that deep. When I declined my interest, he turned into horrible, awful, pushy brother and bugged and harassed- basically coerced me into starting one. So here I am. I would like you to know up front, I have nothing of value to offer. This may very well be the first and last post. I’m terribly sorry if I’ve wasted your time. If at any point I post something that someone can smile about or relate to, I should consider myself a complete blogging success. Well, I guess that’s it! I’m excited and scared to be part of the blogging community!