The Social Convention - Express to Impress

Ever since I became a writer (in other words, atleast started introducing myself as one), seven out of ten times, pat came the question 'So do you have a blog? I would love to check it out.' Busted. I didn't have a blog. Okay I'm lying. I did have a blog - one I started writing years ago when I was in school and had just fallen prey to the innocent misconception that I could write. To me, my writing was stellar. Come on now what can be better than  big fancy-sounding words strung together into tolerable sentences by intense and misunderstood prepubescent-adolescent emotion? Anyway, the truth was that I did have a blog - but not one that I would like to stylishly promote at parties and be judged by. So after all the 'How can you be a writer without a blog?' or the 'Do you not wanna tell me about it?' and even the 'Are you not telling me because you write about controversial stuff? Don't worry I won't judge you' stuff, I decided that this is a social convention that I have to succumb to. There are a few decent merits - I will live in the happy bubble of doing something substantial.I can finally see that dream of being a worldwide internet sensation becoming a reality. If nothing then I will atleast have some material to sustain an introductory conversation through five sentences. It is the perfect way to feign both coolness, and intelligence. In all likelihood, one in every twenty-five people will go back and remember to look up my blog (I am an occasional believer in optimism). I will also feel powerful and evil because I can now subject the harmless peasants to my nonsense. And once in a while (a very long mediocre while), I will post interesting things, work, thoughts, rants and stories on MY BLOG. This doesn't seem so bad anymore.

And now the pressure to keep updating this is like a sword hanging over my head.

This is my cross to bear.



I promise to disappoint, regularly and exceedingly.