Apparently, people love lists. That’s what my internet search “how to create a successful blog” revealed. It doesn’t matter what your blog is about, if you serve it up in list form, it is more likely people will click on it. (I also read you should include links and pictures, so I’ve added this completely unrelated photo of me chewing on a newspaper, circa 1965)
I plead guilty. I have clicked on some really dumbass lists–lists of things I didn’t even care about, like “15 celebrities who have aged badly” or “10 things you should never refrigerate” or “12 spectacular photographs that will make you wish you lived in Gary, Indiana.” Okay, I made that last one up. But you know the lists I’m talking about. You’re on the internet doing something useful, like checking your bank balance or reading an article about fly-tying, and you see a list and think, “that’s ridiculous. I don’t care about that.” And then you click on it. And you read it. No matter that it is a poorly researched compilation of photos hastily pulled from other people’s flickr accounts, or a rehashing of tired stereotypes (the 10 types of guys you should never date!). Your brain gets a very brief reward for absorbing some pre-chewed knowledge, and then there is an immediate feeling of micro-regret. I say “micro-regret” because you only wasted a few minutes of your time, and there was nothing overtly harmful about the information, but it doesn’t fill the hole–the hole that wants to know, understand, that hopes a list will whip chaos into order and show you how to live a better life.
As the title of this post notes, I rarely update my blog. And as I’ve discussed in my (few) previous posts, part of the reason is that I am not sure that there is anything necessary that I must impart to the world, despite the fact that I ruminate deeply on a variety of subjects and often write about them, but rarely post them. But you’re only reading this because you wanted to see a list. You might not know me or even care about my blog, but you still want to know 10 reasons some stranger isn’t updating her blog. So here goes:
1) Lists. Lists are popular, and I love to read them. But I’m not good at lists. Lists are about organizing thoughts or tasks into manageable chunks. My thoughts do not conform to lists. My thoughts dance in the margins and ramble onto the back of cocktail napkins and spill over to the palms of my hands and make everything messy, inky. My thoughts like freedom, they do not like to stand in line.
2) Everything I think I have to say was written in someone’s else’s blog in 2009. A while ago, I was reading “The Lorax” to my son and I got the great idea that the thneed, the new-fangled garment the Oncler manufactures that causes the eco-system to collapse, is basically the same thing as a “snuggie“. I did a quick google search and discovered that I’m not as creative as I thought. The blogosphere had duly noted the similarities between a thneed and a snuggie, and there was no point in trying to squeeze any fresh thoughts out of that idea.
3) I grew up in a time and place where self-indulgence was discouraged. I remember standing in front of a mirror when I was 8 years old, admiring the fresh new curls in my hair after a trip to the beauty parlor the day I was a Jr. Bridesmaid in my aunt’s wedding. I was wearing black patent leather shoes and a floorlength Florence Eiseman dress and I thought I looked pretty smashing. My grandmother tsked-tsked me sharply and admonished, “you look very nice. Now let it be. Vanity does not become a little girl.” After updating my blog, I rarely share it with anyone. Self-promoting my blog feels like looking in the mirror a little too long, and I don’t want to be caught admiring my own thoughts too much, lest the clicking tongue of the interwebs come down and shame me.
4) I am busy. Oh so very busy.
5) I am a fickle wanton hussy who cannot stay in love with my own ideas long enough to see them through to maturity. My dalliances and one night stands with fleeting thoughts are hardly worthy of being immortalized forever on the internet. So I have a lot of half-written posts in my drafts folder.
6) I have 2 other blogs. One I also post to infrequently. The other is merely a name and a page wasting free space on wordpress until I take it down. Those blogs need my attention too. So when I think to myself, “I really should update one of my blogs” I tend to spend most of my energy debating which post to devote my time to, and then it’s time to watch the the Colbert Report and go to bed.
7) Did I mention I am busy?
8) I am still trying to figure out if I need to focus on a particular topic or if I can riff on a bunch of different ideas. Here are some subjects I write about (for myself, not for public consumption). Open adoption, kidney transplant, marriage, friendship, lack diversity of roles for women in film, death, consciousness–is it merely a byproduct of a biological process or does it come from somewhere (that one takes up a lot of my brain space lately)–you get the idea.
9) I hate the name of my blog. When I started it, I thought the name would be my screen name–my nom de plume–but I realized I’d actually named my Blog “chimeragirl2010,” maybe the worst name ever for a blog, which gives me another idea for a list! “10 Worst Blog Names EVER”
10) Are you still reading? Good. I really hope you don’t have that empty feeling. And although I REALLY want to leave this in the draft folder, I’m going to ignore the tsk tsking of my inner-grandmother and hope that I can get away with staring at myself for a just a moment longer.