Inner Blogger

I think within every person there is a blogger waiting to come out. I can’t tell you how many people I have fooled into thinking I lead a humorous, exciting existence. I answered the phone at work and the loud fax noise that resembles a fighting mob of screeching owls overtook the receiver. That was thrill #1. Then I began to notice that the potted plant on my desk was being overcome by gnats. That was thrill #2. I found out we were having corndogs. That was thrill #3. The key to being a blogger is viewing the world in a different light. It doesn’t come naturally or all at once. It is a tweak in how we are wired to think. We aren’t inherently designed to enjoy awkward conversations, spills, falls and other various embarrassing situations. But that’s where we come in. We take everyday scenarios and emotions that everyone feels and put them into writing—because everyone knows it’s official if it’s in written form. It somehow validates others when they read that someone else wants to throw their Slim Fast against the wall and dunk their head in cheese fries.

People suddenly become all the more interesting because they are characters in the movies that are consistently running through your head. I’ve even had people say, “You’re not going to blog about that are you?”

Maybe I am the home planet for crazy happenings and unbelievable interactions, but I don’t really think that is the case. I think that I just have my antennas up at all times for material I can use. It takes all that is within me not to clap after taking part in a strange exchange with someone. Just walking into Wal-Mart alone qualifies you to be a humorist.

Just be warned, however, that putting on blogging goggles intensifies every encounter you have. You suddenly begin to notice every detail so you can describe it just right; you fall down and get a concussion and before you worry about your health, you try to properly form what happened into an understandable paragraph. Someone gives you terrible advice and you begin to realize, “Oh, this could be a list. What are nine other things I don’t want people to tell me about going off to college?”

It’s a disease.

Writing may not be your thing—and that’s totally fine—but anyone can see life as a series of interesting anecdotes rather than a long trail of monotony.

You may not be able to change politics, religion or society, but you can voice your opinions and, in turn, change the way one person sees the issue. That in itself is a triumph in my book.

So put on your goggles and enjoy the show.