My Own Vanity Page

I still don’t quite understand the concept of the weblog, even now as I have one. This is nothing new, as I don’t understand half the things I do.

Okay, so this is what I am thinking: most people—as people are by nature vain and unoriginal—have tried to keep a journal at one point along the line. And I would guess that most of the people who write in these journals do so hoping, maybe even subconsciously, that someday someone else will read their words. Perhaps these journal keepers secretly pray that they will be famous and thus have their diaries published someday so that all can see what tortured souls they were and how difficult it was growing up middle class in the suburbs.

“Today my mother told me to clean my room or I wouldn’t get to use the car. I tried to tell her that my room reflects the inner workings of my soul. No one understands me. Why won’t Josh ask me to the prom…”

And so on.

Enter the weblog. So now the dream is realized. The journals are online and any and all can read them. The trouble is, who really wants to? I imagine a few friends and family will stumble across this page. I doubt anyone else will. I wouldn’t. Having scanned a few others, it seems that everyone either is hoping to meet people online or is really keen on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Well, so am I, so it looks as though another blog has been born. I’m sorry; I’ll try and make it more interesting in the future.

P.S. Willow rules!