To blog or not to blog, that is the question.
I have discovered that there are several distinct stages to blogging psychology. I have experienced all of them in my brief excursion into this weird world of electronic regurgitating of human brains gone wild, otherwise known as blogging.
The first phase is the utter joy at discovering a way to express all the thoughts that randomly float through your brain that seem so profound at the time that you are just sure that all the world will flock to your site just to bathe in the wisdom and creativity expressed in your first blog.
The second phase I experienced was the desire to produce a new and fresh subject on a regular basis so I don't lose my imagined legion of devotees. This phase starts
to build slowly from a slight feeling of constant nagging time pressure to a state where panic for a really clever blog idea begins to crowd out all the other normal daily affairs of living. You begin to hear from other bloggers that threaten to exile you from their world of bloggerdom. They can get quite vicious at times!
This triggers the third phase I call the unreasoning panic phase. You begin to imagine terrible things will happen if you don't blog on a regular basis.
You even begin to imagine your pets will turn on you and attack. I look over
my shoulder and see my cat Oreo doing threatening things in my presence.
Now the forth phase of the negligent blogger's mental degeneration sets in as slowly resignation and depression take over as I realize that I may not have what it takes to ever be a world class blogger. This is quite distressing and it begins to take a toll on my mind.
Gloriously however, the final stage of bogger psychosis is usually experienced, and out of somewhere very deep in the inner man surges up the urge for survival in this world of bloggerdom. Even men old as the ancient dust and normally of much lesser status in this world come up with the inspiration for another blog! Yes it is true, and pride swells beyond all description as I realize my blog is once again current!!
This final phase however, sadly only lasts about as long as the satisfaction from a freshly injected dose of heroin surging through the veins of the hopelessly addicted wretch living out his final filthy days on the street looking for his now one and only fleeting joy of his sorry existence. Then horribly, as regular as the full moon, unbelievably, I slowly begin to experience phase two .... soon I blindly stagger once again to my computer late at night when I should be sleeping hoping to again have that rush of inspiration in order to get this awful, evil blog monkey off my back. The cursed never ending cycle has started again, please help me! I need blogging methadone immediately to break this life destroying cycle and make my wife and dog happy with me again... uuugghhh .... oh, great Google images... I'm coming, I'm looking, here I am for another injection.....