I haven’t blogged for only two days but it feels like I haven’t blogged forever. It feels alien to open up WordPress and attempt to once again fill an empty box with words.
It’s rather crazy, this blogging thing, how it makes people feel obliged to write something at least three or four times a week and feel guilty when they don’t. (You must have seen hundreds of instances where bloggers apologise for not having updated for ages, as if they were apologising to an employer for not finishing a project on time.)
It’s also very much a way of life for bloggers to photograph anything and everything they see when they’re out. Maybe even when they’re home.
If you asked the question, “What can’t you leave home without?”, seven out of 10 bloggers will say, “My camera.”
It’s terrifying how blogs have enslaved bloggers.
Sometimes, I just want to enjoy life as a normal human being and not have to whip out my camera at the slightest provocation.
So, sometimes, I do just that. I let my camera sit in my bag and I say to myself, “Fuck the blog,” and I continue enjoying my life.
And then I go home and I have a topic I want to blog about and I have no photos and I kick myself.
Photos are very important. Many lazy bastards go to a blog and they look at the photos and then go away without reading a thing except maybe for captions. Or they go to a blog and see that there’s a huge chunk of text and no photos and they go away without reading a thing (unless, of course, the text was about something sleazy or controversial).
Pictures are very important. Humans are visual creatures. That’s why movies are more popular than books.
Which is then very ironic that a blog touting the merits of pictures has no pictures.
But irony is good, is it not?
Nevertheless, here’s a photo to show that I haven’t grown an extra nose or wart since I last posted a photo.
I need a haircut very badly.
And I hate this picture. But I’ve learnt that sometimes my readers will love a picture I hate, or hate a picture I love.
Always useful to do some market research.