So I was just reading Hyperbole and a Half, and it made me realize that my blog has no point whatsoever. I'm not famous and therefore don't need a blog to keep my fans up-to-date on my doings. I don't have some incredibly moving life story to tell the world. (The first time I tried to type 'life', it came out 'pie'. No joke. I think the world may be trying to tell me something.) My blog isn't even that funny, and even if it was, I don't have enough readers for a humor blog to be worth it. How do people even get the word out about these things, anyway? All of the blogs with thousands of followers... How did that happen? I just don't understand.
I started this blog under some strange impulsive influence, possibly a large amount of sugar. I don't know what I thought I was going to do with it; maybe I thought a large amount of people would actually be interested in the random crap I do during the course of my life. Whatever the reason, unless some miracle occurs, I don't think this blog is ever going to attract large crowds and be worth the time it takes to write it. I have four followers, all of whom I otherwise know and personally informed about it, and three of whom I'm fairly certain don't even know how the update alerts work and where to find them. (If I'm mistaken, feel free to drop a comment and tell me that you are in fact reading these posts.)
But you know what? Even though it is incredibly unsatisfying, I'm still going to keep writing this thing. What the hell, right? Guess I'll just see where it goes.
~A self-pitying Kina
