A New Torment, Admittedly Self Imposed

Who knew this whole blog thing would be so stressful ? I can assure you I most certainly did not. The aforementioned good friend did not give any hint that blogging was anything other than an interesting past time, useful for blowing off steam, perhaps delivering an opinion or two, wittering even. So I did not think that I would find my mind desperately searching for a suitable subject for my second post.

Why the desperate search ? Well, as I see it blogging presupposes that someone somewhere at sometime will read what you write, and possibly, hopefully, continue to read what you write, even if intermittently. Otherwise you'd keep a diary or journal in the privacy of your own home, possible stashed under your mattress. So what you write on your blog should, apart from allowing you to indulge in some of the previously mention activities, attempt to entertain, amuse, inform even. Given that I am not Jane Austen, Oscar Wilde or George Orwell, or anywhere close, this thought causes my brain to panic, then seriously consider packing up and moving to a less demanding location, maybe with some sunshine and excellent cocktails.

You see I have two conflicting problems; perfectionism and laziness. I want everything I write to be well, if not expertly, crafted. Words to entertain, possibly with a little bit of amazement thrown in. Unfortunately I am by nature lazy so I can't be arsed to put in the effort required. Oh well. I will save the effort for the things that I will actually be judged on by people who know me. Even that's more effort that I can really be bothered with. This blog, and any who choose to read it, will just have to put up with any old crap I can be bothered to write. Maybe it will help me get over my laziness and deal with my perfectionism. After all if I write shoddy nonsense in a public forum on a regular basis it should help. Ha.