I suppose I should actually try to find a real theme for my blog someday. Most popular blogs seem to have found their niche and their followers. More than half of the original blogs I followed in the beginning don't even exist any more. I guess those people just didn't enjoy spilling out the guts of their lives, to strangers. For me, it's just free therapy, which I obviously need.
When I tell the truth, I've learned that it often makes my friends angry, or hurts their feelings, or down right ticks them off. So, I'm swearing off telling tales about others. Maybe. I mean, some people even get their nose out of whack if you say something nice and don't even mention their name. This, I attribute to the fear that somehow they will be recognized by people they know (as if my blog is that popular). Whatever. It's really not all about you. It's all about me. Get. A. Clue.
Sooooo... As I try to figure out which blog slot I belong in, I promise to continue delivering my mindless drivel, for the few of you who can still stand it.
I thought I could write about crafts and crafting, but I'm just not that good. Many of my projects end up looking as if a small child made them. I rant too much to have a humor blog. Besides, I just can't always be funny. My cooking is completely amateur, which is probably why my cooking blog never quite got off the ground. I can't possibly be a photography blog because the majority of my pictures lack *an eye*. They suck, really. My children are grown, so I can't do a mommie blog. I simply don't care to write about aging ALL the time, so I couldn't be a blog on aging either. Therein lies my dilemma. Where, in the scheme of blog land, do I belong? The Emotionally Insecure Bloggers? Surely there must be a better place for me....