Why on earth have I started a blog at the age of thirty-three? Surely it is the domain of young pups with interesting lives? Not married fathers who don’t do much other than go to work and then go to bed. It certainly looks that way from this side of the fence. I see fantastic blogs which look brilliant. Clearly a lot of time and attention is spent on them. Time I never seem to have. And the content! Unbelievable! All sorts of interesting photos of interesting goings on. With the indie soundtrack to back it all up. These bloggers are well read, they watch clever movies and they have a gift for photography.
I watch what movies my wife fancies watching (although she will contest this vociferously), I rarely get time to listen to music any more (apart from in my car) and I read books about dead rock stars more than anything else (although I am trying to change that). I do take a decent photo sometimes though (please see one of my previous posts).
At last count I had a following of 15 people, all of you are no doubt loyal, devout readers of this blog. So I owe it to you to keep going don’t I? Maybe I will never get more than 15 followers. Does it even matter? I don’t even know how to get more readers. Do I pretend to be interesting? Or do I write what I know, which means my blog would be even more boring? Every entry would read something like:
- Wake up
- See my son
- Eat Breakfast
- Go to work
- Come home from work
- See my son
- Eat dinner
- Put my son down to sleep
- Watch a film
- Go to bed
Now, I like my life, a lot. But I don’t for one minute think anyone else wants to hear about it. I no longer go to interesting places, I don’t have the money to eat in posh restaurants, I never have anyone to go to gigs with and I rarely venture to the cinema anymore.
The trouble is, I don’t feel thirty-three! I still think I’m twenty-three. I still scan the review sections in the monthly music magazine to see what new bands I can listen to. Same goes for the latest indie movie releases (my wife even lets me watch them sometimes)! Hell, I even bought, for my thirtieth, a skateboard, just because I like it. Have I been on it much in the last three years? NO! Way too scary. But it’s there if I want to feel young and cool!
So, why have I started a blog at thirty-three? Maybe as a hobby. Maybe as a misguided attempt to one day make some sort of money (again, I wouldn’t even know how to do that). But probably overall it is to stay young, vital and connected with the world and technology.