Blog Blargh

It’s happened.

For the first time, I caught myself thinking like a blogger. Let me explain: a perfectly mundane, if somewhat funny (and ultimately ironic) situation triggered a thought in my mind today. And almost right away, I envisioned a blog post, complete with its own punny title (I apologize in advance).

What’s particularly strange about this state of affairs is that up to about a week ago, this very same situation would have prompted a Facebook status. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve actually had times where, as something random/bizarre was happening, I thought to myself: That would make a great status, and ten minutes later, a snide comment would be up on my Wall. Or what’s even more compromising (and here I shudder), my friends and I have actually had this exchange:
(Insert funny one-liner of choice here)
“That is SO my going to be my status…”
“No way! I called it first!”
And despite the possibility of appearing hopelessly vapid and brainless, I will confess to one more incident. The other day, I told a friend that I had put up pictures of my newborn cousin on my wall. To which, in all seriousness, she said: Your Facebook wall? And for about a second there, that kinda made sense.

Ya, Facebook makes me sad.

On a semi-related note, this reminds me of the time I came across an awesomely funny book called Twitter Wit. Bear in mind, I was always wary of Twitter, figuring that nothing worthwhile could be said in 140 characters or less. Some people, however, have nailed the art of sarcastic repartee to a tee, producing such gems as:
The three worst mistakes you can make are overpromising and underdelivering.
or
I get the impression that the fat acceptance movement is more about acceptance than it is about movement.

My only problem is, (aside from the fact that the above-mentioned forms of media can be a severe and problematic waste of time), that I’ve experienced, first-hand, and all too painfully, the profound truth of a statement from one of my favorite movies, You’ve Got Mail: When you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.
And there’s the rub--you come up with the perfect snarky status, and it’s funny, and people laugh. And later you wonder: was it worth it? Do I really want to be the one responsible for writing that?

Which is why, I’m holding out on the aforementioned blog post. It would be funny, sure, but I’m not too convinced it would be nice, which in my mind, is a perfect reason to keep it to myself.

But because it’s hard to actually swallow that, I copped out by writing this little rant.

Because after all, isn’t THAT what thinking like a true blogger is really about?