Boring Blogs


 

 

 

I just discovered an old American who also lives in Thailand who writes a blog. So do I. He’s an even better writer than me, his output is voluminous, and he illustrates it with many good photographs, just as I do. He’s nine years older than I am and has had a varied and interesting life, just like me. I tried to read his blog and became overwhelmed by the sheer mass of it. His entries are thousands of words long. He’s been writing this blog for twelve years! It’s as thick and dense as War and Peace!

No, even I who have so much in common with my blogster elder brother couldn’t scratch the surface of his retirement output. I’m afraid I too have become a tiresome old fart. I’m the garrulous grandpa you meet at a family barbecue or social event and eventually make an excuse to distance yourself from because he won’t stop talking.

Most blogs I try to read are written by young people, twenty and thirtysomethings who are usually drifting around the planet on their parents’ dime, writing about their travels. I can’t read their blogs, either. The points they make are obvious and sophomoric.

Young people also write a lot of “lifestyle” blogs where they opine about the rules of success or building good “relationships.” When I read that last word, I know it’s time to move on.

When I hear the word “relationship” I brace myself for “couples counseling,” and “intimacy.”

What have we become? Tiresome boors who can’t even enjoy the leisure and privilege we grew into, surrounded by billions of people who have to defecate outside and carry water and firewood back to their hovel.

We peck away at our laptops with great purpose and then divert ourselves by watching Netflix.

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One thought on “Boring Blogs

  1. Hey! Hi! Always good to get one of your notes.
    One of my most memorable Thanksgiving, I was sulkily taken to Moreno Valley, Ca. Like the sun coming up, I realized one of the guests was the hostesses’s grandmother who’d been a young woman in Vienna right before WWII. I pretty much scraped out that pipe and smoked it. I stuck to her like a burr and she was hoarse by the end of the day.
    Dan, when you are bored with your own life, ask, “Tell me about yourself”. They will tell you what you need to know. Ask. In there, they will always bury what they think you need to hear.
    Maybe it’s time to organize a commune of old hippies?

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