Some bloggers are like JR Ewing
Blogging is interesting stuff really. I know some people might write it off as something nerdy or geeky or dorky or stupid or lame or pathetic or unimportant but at the end of the day for most people it’s a hobby.
It’s certainly no worse than building model railways, stamp collecting, bird watching or trying to take close up pictures of Nelly Furtado’s minge.
The more you blog the more blogs you come across and you go back regularly to the ones you like. Maybe they link to cool stuff, they have good pictures, they make you laugh, they turn you on, you sympathise with them, you understand their point of view or their politics or they’re just a good storyteller. Whatever the reason you go back hoping they’ve posted something because you know you’re going to enjoy it. You might comment, they might comment on yours, little blog friendships are made. Sometimes they last, sometimes they’re like the warmth of wetting yourself on a cold day. A brief feeling of warmth which then becomes cold and uncomfortable far too quickly.
However, as you blog your way around blogland you come across people whose blogs you just don’t like. Maybe it’s their face, their opinions, their writing style, their zany profile, their lack of humour, their inability not to be a complete fucking cretin 100% of the time or just something you can’t place but whatever it is you dislike them.
And I know it’s juvenile and petty because you only know the person by their words on their blog (although some people are quite happy to spew out the minutiae of their life day after dreary fucking day) but you can’t help it. They’re under your skin and they’ll stay there.
And here’s the thing. If you saw a film you hated you’d never watch it again. The same with a book. You wouldn’t buy a record by an artist you didn’t like and you’d avoid buying a newspaper you didn’t like but blogging is a bit different.
Maybe it’s just me but I find myself drawn back every so often to read the bloggers I hate. I can’t help myself. I’m not sure if it’s some masochistic streak in me but I go back and I find they’re still total dicks and they make me angry and I click off and vow never to go back again. Perhaps I’m going back thinking that maybe I was wrong and they can’t be as objectionable as I think they are but they generally are.
Sometimes it takes a bit of willpower not to comment and say “YOU CUNT. I FUCKING HATE YOU EVEN THOUGH I KNOW IT’S STUPID AND I FEEL STUPID FOR EVEN CARING THIS MUCH ABOUT YOU TO HATE YOU BUT GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I REALLY DO!”
Not commenting is by far the best option but remember when Dallas was big and they used to say ‘Oh that JR Ewing, he’s the baddy everyone loves to hate!’
That’s what some bloggers are like. They’re my JRs. I can’t not read them. I can’t ignore them like I should. I love to hate them. I hate the fact I love to hate them and I’d be much better off if they all died (like I pray for sometimes when I read them) but I’m powerless to resist the hate. The dark side is strong.
Do you love to hate other bloggers? Do you?
