Whining.. more entitlement?

What an interesting world we live in when someone needs to actually point out that whiners and the "I will rise above all this negativity (that I bring upon myself)"-ers need to seriously get a life.

I used to care what others opinion of me was... and then I reached a point where I realized how exhausting it was trying to make myself something that was not offensive to anyone. Exhausting and futile. By being what one person wants, you most likely are offending another... and in just the process of trying to be everything to everyone, you offend yourself.

I am pretty sporadic about this blogging thing. And I am probably a little more open about what I say since I know that I am probably the only one who will ever read this thing. A spate of entries over two days every year and a half does NOT a following make. But I really do not care. That is not why I do this.

Frankly, I blog (when I blog) because I am bored stiff at times. So, by extention, if I am blogging because I am bored, chances are that anything I have to say will be.. yeap... boring.

So I do not blog for others to read. I blog to amuse myself, to practice my english skills and to keep my typing fingers limbered up . But lets face it... I am not writing this down in a private place. I am not writing this by hand in the journal I keep in my underwear drawer... I am not typing this into a private WORD document. I am typing on an Internet blog... which, by definition, people have access to read. Dur...

So when someone starts talking about how boring I am, how I am typing words of tedium and minutia... my response will be:

"Yah, you are completely correct... which is why I pointed out that this is not intended for others to read... what part of 'typing practice' is not clear?"

But will it matter to me what they think? It might have years ago... but then again, years ago I might have been typing in this blog with the intent that others actually read it and be enthralled by every aspect of my life...

And maybe sometime in the future my life will again be so meaningless that I feel the need to type every moment of my life out so that others can validate me.

Maybe... but I am an optimist enough to hope that someone will have shot me by then and put me out of my misery.