I don’t even know how to feel or what to say about the path that blogging is slipping, falling and sliding down.
It sucks. Donkey balls.
Seems those are just words thrown at us. They are nice enough words. Important sounding. But ones without true weighted meaning. Preached enough that bloggers are supposed to blindly subscribe to them. Or gasp, run the risk of not being taken seriously.
Some of us do, full of wanting to do the right thing. Some take the various pledges but keep their fingers crossed behind their backs.
Those that play by their own rules. Those that manipulate and use their blog and the community for their own greater good. They are the ones that get the attention. And like a petulant child, even negative attention is better than none at all.
Blogging. Writing. They are my passions.
Like the air I breathe, it’s something I need to do.
Except the oxygen is tainted. Rancid.
Slowly seeping its way through every corner of the blogosphere. Leaving in its wake, something indescribable, permeated with remnants of foulness.
And we are left dry heaving.
But the gossip. Constant twitter about all the horrible stunts that bloggers are pulling.
It’s a feeding frenzy. When in reality, these bloggers should be left to starve to death. Well, their blogs. Not them.
We pay so much attention to things like the Balloon boy, Jon and Kate and every blogger drama that comes along.
Are we that bored? Do we not want to be left out of the loop? Just in case of a trickle down effect?
Can’t it just be like it used to? Bloggers writing blogs. Blogs getting comments. Comments leading to emails. Emails leading to friendships.
Or has blogging evolved from a docile creature into a gnarly, mouth foaming, green eyed beast?
ps. to those of you who don’t blog, there is all sorts of drama that goes along with blogging. and with each episode, it becomes more momentous.