There’s this question I get asked everytime someone knows I write a blog: Why do you write? And when I tell them because I want to, they reward me with a pokerface or sometimes an irritated expression as if they expected something more exciting and then, I mean, what motivates you?, to which my answer is the same. This kind of pissed them off at times but they’re mostly uninterested upon hearing it.
But I was anticipating an interesting story. Impress me. They ask. (No, they demand)
Impress you? Who are you? My girlfriend?
I really don’t know how to be or make things interesting. This is the way I am. Knowing that I’m an average boring person isn’t soothing or something to be proud of but I’ve learned to live with it. My posts are quite colloquial and dull but I keep doing it because I really want to get better. My life has been boring so far and boredom is what I got so I write things down in accordance with it.
I really feel sorry for myself when I can’t impress people, but hey! It’s not my job.
I can’t please people so that I can land a job and I certainly have authority issues wherever I am. We live in an extremely controlled world where everything is tampered and traceable and the worst thing that could happen is being judged and bossed around by our fellows.