How is it that while the days seem to fly by (it's December 5th already!), some things just never get here? I'm not a patient person and I'm experiencing yet another test of my ability to remain calm and just wait. I hate it. I want to sit back and enjoy this wonderful holiday season and everything that comes with it, but I've got something I'm really looking forward to in January so I find myself wishing December away. Ugh.
Shifting gears entirely, I'm really shocked at the amount of personal information people put on their blogs. I don't think I even mentioned my husband's name for the first year on my blog. You could go through the archives if you want and prove me wrong, but I hope you get my point. We've really slowed down at work and that gives me a lot of time to "read the whole internet" as we all say around here, and when I'm tired of reading the forum on toycamera.com, my groups on Flickr, the local news, MSN, Huffington Post, The Goat, and This is Somewhere, I read random blogs. Thank God for the internet and the invention of blogging because this way I can spy on people I went to high school with and they won't even know. Don't get all uppity. You do it too.
I've always been a pretty private person anyway and my blog is a direct reflection of that, so it amazes (read: scares) me how much people share about themselves. I mean, I don't need to know every minute detail of your pregnancy or your childbirth, your child's bathroom events, your sex life, etc. I just don't get why you need to tell the whole world. You do realize the whole world can see you, right? Also, don't tell me that you're 256 days, 7 hours, 23 minutes, and 41 seconds away from embarking on your fabulous cruise. I don't give a shit and now you just notified the entire planet that you are leaving your home and all your valuables all alone for seven days and six nights. Smart. And don't chronicle the fight you just had with your husband on your blog either. Chances are, when you go back and read that post a year later, it'll piss you off again and you'll end up in another argument.
I think the problem is that a lot of people treat their blogs like journals. You know, the things you disclose your most intimate secrets in and then tuck under the mattress, only it's a blog, people. It's a giant marquee, screaming your secrets to anyone that will listen. I really don't know where I'm going with this. It's just been on my mind for the last week and I felt like spouting off about it. And if you don't like the vagueness of my blog, let me know and I will direct you to a dozen blogs that are like a damn People magazine.
It might appear as if I'm grumpy today, but really, I am in a good mood, a great one, actually. I just had to speak up. Now run along and have a lovely weekend, and listen to Jen Crowell. Her voice is smoky hot.