A fellow blogger and good friend of mine is also going through a lot of stuff in his life. He really is going through a lot and people consider him voicing these events in his life as negative and as him complaining. The thing about bloggers is that we aren’t here to be popular, we’re here to talk about life and the things that impact us, then read and share with other like minded bloggers. If we wanted to be popular, we’d blog about the fabulous clubs we went to and how awesome we are and how you should totally hook up with us. If you mistake our critic reviews of people, service and just general life as complaining, yes we are but not for you to throw us a pity party. Purely because this is our form of release, this is our way of shouting from the mountain tops about how in-love we are or us pulling the hair out of our head and gritting our teeth into nubs over how angered we are. As for the negativity, it’s easy to write about all the happy pretty flowers we frolics through but you wouldn’t be reading about that. You like the dramatic title, you like hearing about the bull shit that we go through in life. Any why? Because in someway, you’re going through that shit too! In someway, we have just voiced all the things you wanted to say. But that’s why you’re good at building sky scrapers and we’re good with words. We say what everyone out there wants to say at some point. We aren’t attention seekers though we love the enormous amounts of hit’s we get from our posts. Ever established blogger out there knows exactly what their audience wants. They have blogged on various topics and found their crutch in dark corner of which their audience interacts with (even if it’s a food blog).
Anyways, my point – Mr.Burg isn’t negative and he is not looking for your pity – neither am I. It’s quiet simple actually, I’d rather vent and scream on my blog then go on a mass killing spree through the CBD. So…about this 30 Day Project. Mr Burg is running a 30 Day Project to which he writes to a select group of people about what ever inspires his fingers that day – this is not ment to be mistake for a blog because blogs aren’t as honest and detailed as the letter. The mailing list will distributed to the selected people who have made an effort and are I’m assuming trust worthy to handle this information. It’s a week in and I was fortunate to make the mailing list. The rule is… he can’t be judged for what he says and he does not want our advice – so shut up, unless you have something worth saying. I’ve confirmed with him that I’ll be reading through out the month and respond to him at the end – without judgement and without trying to fix his life when mine is in shambles.
This actually inspired me to write a few letters myself. 30 days is a bit too much of a commitment for me right now, however I figured I could find ten people who I know I need to say something to and write something wonderful, something meaningful, something painful and something from my heart to them. It’s not what Mr.Burg is doing, not in anyway, but there are unspoken words and people who deserve a letter from me. So by Monday, I will start – I can’t mention who, but you will know if you’ll get one from me or not.
In addition to me writing this letters, I have also promised to myself to publish something every week. Five times a week if I can. Oh and I’ve accepted a role in reviewing products and services by a ‘company’. They will supply me with the techno-skills and whatever for the review I will be posting my reviews on their site and of course on my blog. It’s not about bringing The Man down or complaining – these are reviews and what customers or end users will what to know. Payment stuff it still being worked out but the person behind it all is apart of the business world and willing to pay depending on what I do with my words.
Two minutes and I’m out of here, my transportation club is already waiting since 4pm and I really hope we miss traffic. My bladder just isn’t playing fair anymore – I’ve had to teach everyone in the car how to do the pee-pee dance when you just can’t squeeze anymore. LOL
Toodles My Noodles!
