The Pressures Of Starting A Blog

Okay. All of a sudden there’s blogs everywhere. Everywhere I turn there’s a blog. I go to McDonald’s – “Would you like a blog with that?” I go to the car wash – Soap, Rinse, Hot Blog. The Liquor Store – blog-flavored vodka. How much is that bloggy in the window? Not very much, because everyone can afford one. Everyone’s blogging. I caught two people at work blogging in the closet. I turned the light on for them, because that is not good for your eyes. So now I think to myself, “Why is everyone blogging? Why haven’t I heard about this phenomenon? I don’t have a blog. How can I fit in without a blog? O my Blog, I can’t B-log this. Blog is my bloglem? Blog blogblog blog. Blog!” Then I couldn’t understand a word I was thinking. But one thing was certain. Blog.

So here it is. The unveiling of my personal blog. Now I can hold my head up high. I have joined the flock. I feel society’s comforting, grip around my waist. And that is some feat if you’re familiar with my waist. I’m finally in that long line to who knows where. For where it goes or where it started is beyond my sight. But I am somewhere in the middle snugly fit between two others who must also feel a deep satisfaction with their easy, mundane place in line. I’m special. I’m unique. I’m complete.

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