A blogger after all....

Blogging, or the lack thereof, is making me miserable. I want to write (still grappling with why I want to write – but the need for virtual approval from others is gaining ground, as is blog-envy) but nothing comes out. Actually, the power of this blog appears to be in the inner workings of my mind in the background – the blog itself seems irrelevant for now. I’ve asked myself a million questions about my creativity, my supposed wit, my interests, my reasons for wanting to join the blogosphere. I guess I am having an existential crisis after all, requisite misery and all. Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Delusional Blogger?

I browse other peoples' blogs and think, where on earth do they come up with so much to say??

I've been wracking my brain trying to find something to write about - especially since I'm not sure why I started a blog in the first place. Everyone else is doing it, seems to be the only reason I've come up with so far.

I read the papers, I browse the news, I converse with my friends, I argue with my boss, I rant and rave at bad drivers, just like the next blogger. Yet I have nothing to say!! While everyone else is going through existential crises and soul-searching introspection, I feel like the world's biggest bore. Does it take practice to get the hang of blogging? Will I ever say anything that will leave the world of the blogosphere reverbating for a long time to come? Or should I admit I'm being delusional and that I am just not a blogger?