Lost in blogging?

Many thanks to fellow writer and potentially award winning documentary maker (surely Sundance beckons?) Emmak for her delightful post. While speeding through the French countryside enjoying the marvellous French train system besides other things, Ms R took time out to reflect upon the whole blogging thing. In her short time on the periphery of the blogosphere Ms R has found that what she thought was just writing is in fact a parallel universe of hero-worship, feuds, fantasies and unrequited love.

At times she has been surprised at the level of intensity apparent in the online activities of certain bloggers, particularly in in terms of their online geographical spread and alacrity of their comments. She wonders if maybe their offline lives are suffering as a result and suggests that the following are almost certainly signs of diminishing reality.

• Out for the evening at a club you very quickly size up where the happening crowds are. You then spend the whole evening running from one to the other making random remarks and shouting your name at the end of each one. Someone asks you where you got the drugs.
  

• You are invited to a friend’s house for dinner. When you see there are only four other visitors you tell them you can't be seen there and go looking for a much bigger gathering, preferably with a minimum of 45 visitors.

• Someone makes a comment and you don’t respond. When they ask you why you accuse them of spamming you and ask them to say it again followed by ‘rtzy7c’.

• A crowd is gathered in the street. You go to see what is happening and are disappointed to find that instead of a sex blogger it is a man who has been run over by a car. After pushing your way to the front you announce that you can't think of anything clever to say about it but maybe you will come back later and leave a comment.
  

• At the bus stop a man says, “It looks like rain.” You reply that you couldn’t possibly comment since you are waiting for Haloscan.

• At work someone disagrees with you. You immediately ban them from making any comments about you and go searching for people who will tell you how intelligent, clever and wonderful you are.

• Someone starts chatting you up at a party and you immediately ask,“Who referred you?”

• At a job interview you ignore the questions and tell the interviewer 7 random things about yourself that no one knows. Then you suggest to the interviewer that they interview 7 other people. You wonder why you are finding it hard to get a job.
  

• You are in conversation at the pub but suddenly break off to walk across the room and interrupt someone else’s conversation with a totally random comment. Not unreasonably they punch you in the face.

• You start talking loudly and explicitly about your sex life in the street, hoping to draw a crowd. Instead you are arrested.When the story is written up in the paper you complain about being outed but secretly you are very, very pleased.

Perhaps you have your own definition of being lost in blogging?Of course if you are that lost you probably don't even recognise it. Meanwhile Ms R has another 45 blogs to visit...