I’ve never been a fan of blogs. I think it’s because I don’t really understand them. Is it like a diary? If so, why would I share it with people? And why would anyone be interested in reading it? I barely care what I’m doing, so I can’t imagine that anyone else cares what I’m doing.
Ultimately, I am starting this as an experiment, because I have no idea if I can be a comedic writer. I don’t know if I can have sustained humor across several paragraphs, or even sentences for that matter. I worry about it. It literally keeps me up at night. Not literally, because I still sleep fine. So I guess it just figuratively keeps me up at night. Is that a thing? Being figuratively kept awake?
Regardless, people tell me I’m funny and I believe them because I like to blindly believe things that make me feel better about myself. I know some people seem to get a kick out of my one-liners that I post on Facebook (probably nobody reading this right now because I haven’t shown anyone this blog yet…future readers, please let me know if I’m rich and famous now…and if I’ve turned into a douche because of the fame). And I’ve been led to believe that people think I’m amusing in person, though I often wonder if I’m amusing in that “Oh, that’s tragic” sort of way.
Where was I? Talking about how I’m trying to see if I can actually be funny while writing for extended periods of time. Well, we’ll see where this goes. This experiment may last a while; it may even cease to be an experiment. Or I might get distracted and forget about it in favor of something else. I’m gonna go make a sandwich.