The Wretch Concentered All in Self

I have always shrunk away from the notion of blogging, no matter how much gasoline it would add to my narcissistic flame.  I think it was because every housewife has one.  Most of the time, they are painful- full of family photos, inspirational quotes, and cookie recipes.  Such blogs are incredibly boring and of absolutely no interest to anyone, and I do mean anyone.  “Buy a journal”, I want to tell them, “and stop subjecting me to the pathetic monotony of your existence!” only, you know, nicer.  Despite urgings from friends and family, I did not want to become that which I made fun of. 

By stating all this of course, I have painted myself as a spineless sellout.  However I hope to take back the blog from the housewives and the angsty teens, making it what it should be- an online shrine to my ego.  Bow down and worship at the online alter of my brilliance, read in amazement at the ridiculous things that happen to me, marvel at my ingenious thoughts, gasp in reverent wonder at my writing skill.  And be sure to, like, say hi, because I hate to think I am just writing to myself here.   

Hippo out.