On Content, or the Lack Thereof
Two of my friends are writing blogs that really impress me.
Although it’s weird to call Chris or Jamie friends exactly. They’re great. But I don’t exactly see or talk to either of them very much. But because of their writing I’m becoming ever more impressed by how incredible they each are.
I’m not linking because their writing is pretty personal – but that’s why I’m impressed – because sometimes I wish I did that here. (Write about myself, that is, not impress you.) But I talk about goofy shit – and their writing has made me wonder why.
I say that it’s because I don’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings by getting too personal, and that’s true. But it’s probably more because I’m not sure I could. I’m pretty open, but the idea of being so completely out there is too much for me.
So, I don’t know what this is. An apology? No… I’m not sorry. I guess… I wish I had the material to be eloquent. But I’m not willing to use myself.