My generation has a bad rap for being self-important narcissists operating under the delusion that everything we do or say is of utter importance. And social media seems to cater right to this. Got a point to make? Time to drag out the digital soap box. Going on a private journey of personal growth? Tweet about it. Excited to be expecting? You can post pictures of all three pregnancy tests that came back positive. Oh, how I wish I were kidding.
With the exception of probably clicking through my “photos of you” on Facebook maybe a little too often, I’d like to say that’s not really my style. In fact, I’m pretty sure nothing that I say is ever of any real consequence. Nothing on here is going to be that important. It’s probably going to be pretty banal, everyday stuff. The stuff I’d normally email my old roommate, except she got promoted the same week I got laid off. So while I've got nothing but free time, she's got increased responsibility at work.
Thus, a blog is born.
It's not really about anything. It's blog about nothing. Yes, that’s a Seinfeld reference. And yes, I realize comparing something I've written to one of the greatest sitcoms of the ‘90s (if not one of the greatest shows in television history) is pretty much the definition of self-importance. But whatever. I’m a product of my generation.
