Not everyone needs a blog.
Seriously. Does that come as a revelation to you? The internet is wide, my friends, and there is a niche for literally everyone. The blog phenomenon came along, and somehow people became convinced that they NEEDED to blog.
But frankly, they don't. This blog is good evidence of that.
Let's consider the following:
1. The name. Words you should always avoid, unless your goal is to be hopelessly trite:
- my life
- just me
Uh, duh. It's a blog. By definition, your blog is going to be composed of your (potentially) random thoughts and musings about your life. Who else's life would it be about?
If you can't even be bothered to be creative enough to put a name to what you're doing, why in the fuck should we be bothered to read? I find myself sighing, out loud, every time I go to do a review and see these words.
The only possible exception could be blogs that use these terms ironically.
2. The layout. This blog should receive a commendation for "year's fugliest template." There are so many nice templates out there, and frankly, even the blogger standard template looks better than this morass of doom and gloom.
Also, you don't need all this crap in your sidebar. Clean it the hell up.
Does your house look this disorganized and dirty? Oh, wait. Don't answer that. Think of your blog as your online home. You are welcoming strangers into it, don't you want it to be a positive representation of you? Less is more, people. This blog looks like the blog of a hoarder.
3. Advertisements. If you're dooce, you might be able to make money from advertising. If you are not-dooce, unless you are receiving well over a thousand hits per day, you probably aren't going to make a red penny. Beyond that, having ads at the top of your blog (see today's example) is confusing and distracting. Give it up. You aren't going to be able to suppport your stay-at-home mom ambitions and/or college tuition on your blog-salary, no matter how you might hope for it.
4. Content (or the lack thereof). At 20 years of age, you don't have enough life experience to be profound. And frankly, you haven't suffered enough to moan about it unless you are an orphan from the streets of Calcutta who once fell in a latrine and was kidnapped by a band of mercenaries who plan to blind you and/or lost the love of your life to the violent and powerful leader of a criminal organization until you won a national quiz show and redeemed yourself in her eyes by being able to financially support her in the manner to which she'd become accustomed. Failing those circumstances, give it a fucking rest.
5. Textspeak. Stop it. It's you, not u. It's are, not r. It's your, not ur. I could make some allowances for you if you were 12, but you aren't. If you're above age 12, grow the fuck up, and speak English. It isn't funny, clever, cute or cutting edge. It's just stupid. When cats have better English than humans, I despair for our survival as a species.
6. Apologies for not writing. Don't do it. Either give us the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, or give it a fucking rest.
AG, from Mumbai, India: I think you will be happier on facebook. Or livejournal. Or, any of the host of social-networking sites online that allow you to connect with other people without actually WRITING anything. Thanks for playing.