I am a sufferer of a dreaded disease; it is an illness that usually strikes without warning. Many times it is evidenced after being introduced to a simply amazing blog post via a link on a friend’s site, or being taken there though the medium of Google Reader. I read over that particular blog and think to myself, “Now that was BRILLIANT!!” (Notice that it warranted two explanation points).
I usually then go on to think something along the lines of, “Why in the name of all that is holy didn’t I think to write about that? To have that cool link? To have such an amazing header? Why didn’t I post that video? How come I’m not that funny? Why don’t I have as many comments as they do?
Blah, blah, blah, blah…
The list goes on and on.
The crux of it all comes down to the one obvious truth: I am afflicted with blogvy—much the same as the curse which took hold of Cinderella’s evil stepsisters over their mice-friendly, fairy-godmother having, and much better-looking sister who ended up with it all.
I’d have abhorred her, too.
The only real difference is that my voice isn’t nearly as grating as either of theirs. And I don’t want to go to a ball. And I could really couldn’t care less about gowns and glass slippers. Oh, and I’m not a girl. Other than that though…it’s just like it.
It is in these pathetic moments of my modest, little illness that I begin to question what I write, and wonder whether or not my minor contributions to the realm of cyberspace are really worth the time and effort involved. After all, many hours get lost in the work of writing a post that may—or may not—be brilliant.
I find myself wondering why I allow myself to compare myself to all of the Joneses out there, and all that they seemingly have. Why do I not instead concentrate on that which I do have, and my little contribution to the literary world via blogger?
Just human nature I guess.
“Teachinfourth, there’s all this horror and suffering in the world, and you’re worrying about a blog?”
Yep, guess I’m just superficial and shallow at times. However, I do have moments where I redeem myself…
I listened to a song last night by a little-known band by the name of Sanctus Real. One line of their song, Things like You, jumps out at me every time I spin it up on my iPod:
“Everyone wants everyone else's everything; sometimes the more we have the less we really gain…”
I thought of blogvy, or whatever type of desire I have at the time for those things which someone else has—or is—that I don’t have or am not; I then realized that it all comes back to me. Should I concentrate on that which I don’t have, or that which I do?
I choose the do-haves.
I can write. I have a certain boy in my class who offers up plenty of fodder from week to week. I have a place to share my photography with others. I have met some great friends though this medium. Quite simply—I love to blog.
So, this post was all about my dreaded disease, blogvy. I know that there will be times when I will still suffer from its effects, but I don’t think you need to worry, I’m pretty sure it’s not contagious.