Recently, I decided to go on an adventure. Wait! Let me back up. I was looking at recipes online. One made me think of my coworker. I sent her the link. She asked, "How DO you find all these things?!?!" Simple. I look at a site I know, then I click - "Ooooh, that recipe/link looks good!"
That in mind, I went on my adventure. Instead of following recipe links, I happened to click the lovely icon at the top of this screen, NEXT BLOG. Let me tell you that I'm not sure if I'll adventure down this path again.
I clicked. Bo-RING! This photographer doesn't even have talent. Anyone can take pictures of a grassy field at dusk. Click! Another photographer? Ooooh, you do weddings...I gotcha. CLICK! Oh, my - to my surprise yet another photographer? Good Grief! Are there only photographers out there? Christ people, get some sense - It's a hobby, that few ever carve a career out of. Good luck if you think having a blog is going to help. I'm sure that's not how Annie Leibovitz got her start...
Anyways, I kept clicking. It became more hurried and fanatical. Click, CLick CLICK! click, click, click, click - next and so on and so forth and I started mumbling to myself, "Photographer, mom who HOLY SHIT - she put pictures of her kids up with names, locations, dates - might as well include their social security numbers or invite convicted felons over for dinner...wow, you like yourself huh? Put some clothes on...note to self: Self, never ever visit this blog again. OMG! What are these people doing?!?"
I had to stop. I think I went into a full meltdown mode. While I use this medium for my own enjoyment with the hopes that my friends & family might get a kick out of my incessant moan-holing (that's bitching for any of you who aren't hip to my lingo) and the idea that if I don't put my thoughts to paper my head might just explode - there are a LOT of freaks out there. And not just weirdos, but really bizarre folks. Apparently, they let any old random person walk into a Best Buy and come out with a machine, sporting 8 GB of RAM that can melt retinas and ruin lives in approximately five minutes...let me elaborate.
The fateful click that I think forever scarred me was attested to this woman whom I assumed REALLY liked to take pictures of herself in the buff with what I can only assume are the various plates she owns? At least I hope she owns them. How creepy would that be if she didn't own them? What if you knew her, but didn't know you knew her?!? What if she had been over for a dinner party and that was YOUR plate? God forbid, what if she put it back in the cupboard without washing it and you are currently eating off of it? Gross.
These are the people out there, free to roam your interwebs and prowl the blogospheres. I can tell you now that I will think twice before randomly clicking through blog links again...
