This is just another part of the whole Blogging A to Z series where I pick a letter and just write.
Months ago – and yes, it’s been that long – I put together a list of topics beginning with the letters A-to-Z in which I was going to write about everything from being an Asshole to what should be today’s topic de jour, Reality. So far I’m failing on several levels.
For one, it shouldn’t take this long. There are only 26 letters in the alphabet and I’m on what, blog number 18? Eighteen blogs in four-months? Pretty weak if you ask me.
Two, after coming up with five potential topics for the letter “R” – and settling on Reality – I’ve realized that my thoughts on all of them are either a) uninteresting to anyone and/or b) do not provide enough content in which to fill a 500-word blog.
I’ve made my thoughts on religion known (though I could’ve sworn there were more than six.) Religion is good; man’s interference in it is bad; the bible is flawed. Blah, blah, blah.
Besides, as with politics, I’ve learned that the mere mention of a religious topic can send people into a proverbial hissy-fit. It appears there is little room for debate among those whose minds have already been made up for them by others.
I’m not 100% sure where I was going to go with this idea. My guess is that the focus was going to be along the lines of karma or legacy; that by doing good, making solid decisions, putting others ahead of yourself, doing the right thing, etc. is the best way to insure that others will think highly of you and that by doing the opposite (a.k.a. being a prick) would have the opposite effect.
The RegulatorThis had potential to be an incredible blog-post! The Regulator is/was a bar at Western Illinois University and the notion of sharing four or five stories of drunken hilarity would’ve basically written itself.
Yet does anyone really want to know that I lost my Ren and Stimpy boxers to some chick in some bet that I don’t remember? (And for the record, I actually went to the bar that night with the affore mentioned boxers over a pair of bike shorts. Thus ended up spending the remaining of the evening walking around a crowded bar in somewhat exposing bike shorts.)
My high school mascot. Stories from high school would probably be more annoying that those from kollidge.
The past few days I’ve spent perhaps three-hours on Reality. At first I just ripped people who watch the so-called reality shows on TV. And you can see my point: there is absolutely NOTHING real about The Bachelorette, Survivor, Dancing with the Stars or Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
Then I began looking into how reality and truth – despite being separate ideas – are often merged into a single definition by so many people. That became WAY too philosophical in my opinion and when I start bull-shittin’ myself: it’s time to move on.
So where does that leave me? Us, actually? I’ll tell you where: I’m suspending the whole A-to-Z blog idea. Looking at the last few letters I’m not sure how exciting I can make a vasectomy sound or whether or not it’s OK to brag about my vast (albeit useless) knowledge of The X-Files.
Besides, it’s not as if it’ll be the first time the letters of the alphabet have been forgotten…
Gotta love drunk chicks!