But for a while I have felt blogging is a shameful thing. Which is why I started this blog in secret. I don't know if anyone has happened across it, it's unlikely, and there are no comments as evidence and I have no followers. Which gives the impression that although I have told someone I write a blog, they, and no one else, have seen it.
What is the point of blogging? We live in a culture where words are vomit and disrespectful. I don't remember time before the internet, and time before blogs, Faceparty, VampireFreaks, MySpace, Facebook and Twitter. I have belonged to those websites in that chronological order. The reason I was on Faceparty, VF & MySpace was to connect with my friends and keep in touch for free because that was when I was on pay as you go. I joined Facebook shortly after my 18th because a friend of mine told me it was the easiest way to share photos (MySpace had a limit of photos in album (less than 60 like FB) and they were excruciating to upload and you could not tag friends either.) and Twitter I joined because...people kept mentioning it on the news and I sort of wanted to get in on the act.
The internet has become an arena for all those people who want to be famous, as well as for those who want to use it to connect and improve the lives of others. This blog probably won't improve the life of anybody, nor do I use it to connect, and I'm not using it to get famous or simply get attention. I use this blog because actually I find it easier to type than write properly in my diary. Plus I find the mental block of reserving my diary for personal feelings (I mean, really personal things) and using a blog to express opinion. My old blog had crossover entries where I ranted and vented, and I've learned from that. It's out of order to be rude about people on the internet. Mark Zuckerberg knows that too, if the narrative and screenplay of The Social Network are accurate.
Can you remember a time before Spotify? Before Facebook? Even before email? I still have a penpal, but we met on the internet. We write handwritten letters (which frustrates me because when I receive a reply I can hardly remember what I wrote in the first place), and instead of hearing or seeing that "You've Got Mail", I receive tangible, physical mail. And it isn't junk or a LoveFilm.
We live in an era of attention seeking, the internet is not the only arena for it. Reality TV for both celebrities and 'ordinary' people are simply ways to seek attention. It probably saves marketing budget for the celebrity, because shortly before their new single is released or their acting career is revived, they have some free advertising in the form of a reality TV show. I imagine before the internet it was harder to get a publishing deal, but now books are commissioned from people's blogs and Twitter feeds. People can get famous simply from their YouTube videos (the guy who cried about Britney Spears, the girl that dances and looks like an anime character?) and others are now celebrities because they blogged - Perez Hilton being one very obvious example.
This is more of a ramble than anything now, I have no conclusion at which to arrive except for that statement of the obvious that the event of the internet has changed how people connect, and write, and what they write about. Some blogs are specifically created for parts of people's lives (their weight-loss diary, a cooking lover's recipes), and others are seemingly pointless (like this one!) Will there ever be a time again where the internet doesn't saturate our lives? This woman is experimenting to see what life is like using just the internet to connect with people. This is the website.
The other reason for this blog was to talk about the activity/job of "charity bagging". I discussed with my friend whether "bagging" is a verb, and technically it is, but I'm not sure it is in the context of "charity bagging". Mostly it is a list of what I do and don't like about charity bagging.
- The worst thing about charity bagging is people. I hate asking people if they are in their gardens or at their door if they want a charity bag. It's about 50/50 of their responses yes or no as well. Some people say yes because they want them, some say yes because they don't really know what they're accepting. I've had a few "yes thanks"'s as well. But people who say no are the worst bit about this worst bit. Some of them know immediately and are prompt with their refusal, some even tell you before you get up their drive. But some just don't understand, or um & ah until they say no. Really very annoying.
- Also quite annoying are how people block off a path that could save you time between their house and their neighbour's, for example with a wheelie bin, a bush or a flower bed that you don't dare tread on. They could make my life, and the lives of people who deliver mail, free papers or even leaflets so much easier. Instead they consciously choose to make it harder.
- Long, long drives are actually the second worst bit. Just simply because they are long. Even worse is when you get to the door and the letterbox is irritating (I'll get to those shortly) or they have a sign that says 'No charity bags'.
- While we're on signs, I don't count charity bags as junk mail. They don't contain junk until you put it in there for the charity.
- LETTERBOXES. Why aren't they uniform? I remember this from doing paper rounds, and that was a lot harder to deal with. Why do people have really small letterboxes? Why do they have that don't match up with the door so when you push things through they come up against a small ridge? Similarly, why the bristles, when they make getting mail into your house so much harder? Also, letterboxes with knockers over them, I really don't get that at all. And mostly you find them in Purley & Sanderstead.
- And lastly (that I think is most important) are cul-de-sacs. These are both good and bad. Good because a fair amount of houses in one area so you can offload a good amount of bags and lighten your load in a short period of time. Except in the cul-de-sacs with about 4 houses. Bad because you are in that area for a period of time and there is no escaping. If these people were a community of psychos then you're done for, really. And they all watch you, if they're in or up that is, and that feels horrible as well. In roads I don't tend to feel that.
Also, as promised, a photo of my car after the crash. There was more damage underneath where you can't see. The radiator got shunted a bit too. Still waiting for the verdict from the insurers & bodywork mechanics.Watched Traitor earlier - it was okay. And currently listening to the new Good Charlotte album, Cardiology on Spotify. It's okay so far. I used to be a big fan. Well, I had all their albums and I saw them live. I quite liked them, obviously.
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