Blogging 2

I understand nothing about the human nature. Period. And I am about to shoot myself in the leg.

People have blogs for different reasons, I guess mostly because they love to write. One could also write in a diary but the thought that there are maybe just two friends who share your humor and love to read what you write about, makes it worth blogging.

Last weekend I suddenly got curious about other people’s blogs. I only read JB’s blog because IT MAKES ME LAUGH (and that I read JB’s blog is a funny result of 6 co-incidences, just as Tereza’s appearance in Tomas’ life), but I had no idea what other people blog about. I can tell they didn’t make me laugh; I had no idea that there are so many people having even more boring lives than mine. GODT SÅ, fair enough, urge to write bla bla, I get that. But the most incredible thing are the people commenting. Like on one blog the lady writes what she is going to have for dinner and ends the post with “What are you going to have for dinner?” 22 people commented her post telling what they are going to have for dinner. I also commented telling her that I will eat her dog if I find out where she lives.

I will not torture myself with these blogs ever again. Somehow I feel this promise is easier to keep than the one not eating chocolate. Or maybe I will read them the day Taleban really abducts me. I might have forgotten all the unpleasant work assignments and could feel sorry for myself. Then I ask Mullah Omar if I can just have a quick look at these blogs again; after two minutes I will be begging Taleban to go ahead with the torturing. Not with these blogs but with the bone crushing instrument.