As I start writing this, it’s coming up to 00:45. I find myself sat at my laptop, and wanting to write. This is the time when my brain starts going over things: the day; the week; tomorrow; next week; life… you know, the deep stuff. Whilst I was having my deep-thinking session [please, say it’s not just me?], I thought about the blog. I’ve tried several times to successfully write a blog, and although my closest, most trusted friends say it’s good, or funny, or interesting, or whatever I intend it to be, maintaining it never happens. I’ll keep it up for a week or two at most, and then forget about it. They say that to form a habbit, you have to do something in a routine for 30 days, so here goes. This is day 1, well, day 2 now technically. I wonder if this time, I can keep it up.
When coming up with ideas about what to write here, I went through everything that I often read on other blogs, and thought about how I could adapt them to work for me, using old ideas and freshening them up, if you like. But that didn’t seem right for me; it just seemed too false and not what I was about. It was almost like I wasn’t me, writing for the wrong reasons.
So I thought: why don’t I literally just write about anything? Whatever comes to mind, i’ll write; it’s mine after all. Sure, i’ll spruce it up, add a little of my [hopefully] comedic touch here and there, but basically, this blog is my thoughts. Of course, the content of the blog is therefore mood dependent, but the success of my idea will be evident if my mood is reflected within my posts.
With blogs, you usually see one consistant theme throughout the author’s posts, whether it be beauty, or technology, or music. However much I enjoy those blogs, because don’t get me wrong, I really do, I just wanted to write something about my life. I hope that some people can relate to it at one point or another, and if you can relate to all of it, could you please stop talking me and hand yourself into the police; my thoughts are mine. Well, they’re not, because I’m literally writing them now. But back to the point, I just want to wiite about me, and during what people call an important stage of my life, I think it’s important that I get it all down. Being a child of the 21st century, I immediately turn to the internet [or interwebnet if you please] for just about everything, including socialising, entertainment, games and news. So, why can’t my sort-of-diary-come-log-book be online too? Why can’t others benefit from it, or at least smile over my idiocy from time to time? OK, the idiocy bit… I know, it’s a bit more often than just from time to time, but I like to think I’m cleverer than I am. A dude can be excused for that, right?
I was about to end this post here, but something’s just popped into my head that I think is important, so I’m writing it here. This idea of mine is kind of working!!!
There aren’t all that many teenage, male bloggers out there in the blogosphere. I suppose that a stereotypical teenage boy should like Fifa, football and crisps. I don’t like football, Fifa or crisps, so that makes me an exception to the predisposed rule. I like music, and books, and the internet, and my friends. “Aww,” I can hear you saying, “he’s all set to become Britain’s youngest OAP.”
No. No, that’s not it. I’m just unique, I guess, and the fact that my likes and interests set me slightly aside from my fellow teenage boys doesn’t bother me at all. I’m a strong believer in personal choices, and I think that so long as you like what you’re doing, and you’re not hurting anybody, then that’s fine. So, it may not be normal for boys my age to write blogs, and that’s clearly visible by the lack of bloggers of that age and of that gender. I would put it down to the fact that so many teenage boys stick to the trends, and don’t want to be what they would see as misfits. In all honesty, the whole blindness thing separates me from others in a lot of ways. I’m not looking for pity due to that; there are so many more positives than negatives, and I focus on the positives. But the fact that blindness can separate me from others lowers my concerns of becoming ‘different’.
This is me world. Deal with it; deal with me.
If you have any other ideas for the blog, or something that you’d like me to write about from any of my available perspectives – male, teenager, blind, nutter, you know… – please let me know in the comments. I want people to read and interact with me and with each other on this blog, so feel free to tell me what you’re thinking. Maybe you’ve got a blog I could check out?