Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Tuesday Morning, 9:03 am

I never understood the concept of blogs...it was all a little too Xanga for my taste. I mean, who cares? Who reads these? Who really wants to know the minutia of a stranger's everyday life? Are bloggers simply narcissistic journalism dropouts? Bored writers with a superiority complex?

Maybe.

But as I sat in this office day after day, and I stared at the traffic that beats the tarmac outside the window, my mind slipped into a nearly comatose state. One can only Facebook for so long before their brain begins to ooze out of any available orifice; I think that I may have reached that threshold on Tuesday last week. This morning, though, a spark of genius ignited within me -- write! I do it anyway, but write for an audience! A blog is not simply a forum for vain, silly people to record their thoughts...no, a blog is the literary equivalent of a gym, a place to flex and work out thoughts, develop a voice, perfect technique. A blog is God's gift to bored, trapped writers who have 9-5 desk jobs.

And so as I answer phones, enter listings, deal with ridiculous clients, and avoid the owner [so as to avoid the monotonous busywork that inevitably follows in his wake] I will use my job description to my advantage; so many thoughts, so many experiences, so little time. This blog is my new safe-haven, my respite from real estate agents and trashy tenants. This is my forum, the resting place of the misadventures of my first summer home from college.

Enjoy.

3 comments:

republicanman7 said...

excuse my lack of sympathy darlin...wanna trade jobs?

Jillana said...

yay! carly has a blog...me too!

Carlson said...

lol you crack me up