So Much To Write, So Little Time

I'm reading blogs like crazy these days.  I want to know why readers come back.  I want to know what holds their interest.  I want to know what it is that they enjoy reading.  I shake my head at the fact that everyone thinks they can blog and are the next "Carrie Bradshaw".  I cringe at some of the grammatical errors.  I detest fear-mongering.

I do like opinions; honest ones.  I like to read a personality.  I like to read a voice I can relate to.  I really like that there is so much out there for blogs these days that all you have to do is kinda Google your mood, so to speak.

For example, Love.  Ewwww, okay, so my close friends and family would say that I'm not big on love.  At least, they would have.  Maybe it's the dreaded V-Day lurking around the corner.  Maybe my relationship with T. is in a good place.  Ugh, worse yet, maybe I'm turning into a mush-ball.  I wrote about love a little while ago, and I really have thought a lot about that whole giving of yourself so completely to someone.  If it's not something you are used to doing, it really is quite daunting.  It almost gets lost in one's own translation.  There is an absolute joining; a oneness that two people have to commit to.  I really think misunderstanding that is why it's so easy to end things.  If people knew themselves and knew each other to the point that they can go into something like "marriage" (although, for the record, I don't think marriage is necessarily an institution I'm ready for just yet, but I'm writing about both love and marriage being of the same level of commitment) I think there would be less of us willing to walk away from it.  How many times have you heard a friend confide in you when his/her marriage is on the rocks "I just didn't sign up for this".  Or, "I'm tired of trying" or "I don't love him/her anymore".  Listen, it's a two way street.  And I've done it myself.  I have checked out of a relationship before I tried to work on it.  But I have also stayed in a relationship, trying to work it out as well.  It is not easy!  It has to be a two way street.  When you have promised to work through the hard times and when you have promised to work through the good times (and they are both work, just a different kind of work) the reward is so much more than you thought possible.  It comes down to that overwhelming feeling of unconditional love-showers.  I know, I know I must sound like a fluffy girl who pisses rainbows!  I swear I'm not usually like this!

The point I'm trying to make is that I'm no expert on anything.  I have lived a little.  Maybe a lot, depending on the topic at hand.  There is a definite opinion in my voice and the topic changes frequently, but it all ends up under the same umbrella, making it all relevant somehow.  And if it speaks to just one person and makes them think of something from another viewpoint, then I consider it time well spent.