October 24, 2004
And Lo, There Was Angst
I'm trying desperately to make sure I don't get this blog confiscated from me.
The problem arises, you see, because I still count as a fairly Young Person. To apply a more specific label, I count as a teenager. Little me is but 19 years of age, and unfortunately less little and more in need of an exercise regime.
The end result sadly is that I do, like most other people I know, angst. And due to my somewhat circumspect age, my angst therefore falls into the category of "teen angst".
Nobody wants to read that. I don't want to read that. I certainly don't want to write it. Non-teen angst is bad enough most of the time, especially when it's not fictional and there's no smut involved, and my emotions seem to have only just realised that I have only a handful of months left in which to teen angst. So in the meantime they're getting in as much as they possibly can, and I'm left either bewildered, amused, or disgusted at the immature fits of woe at the world I have been suffering.
The world must be spared a public display of this trial. Even as I obviously hate it in the pouty lipped midst of my teen angst.
Something I've been meaning to mention for a while is the fact that my blogging ways have been rather paralysed with fear. I acquired quite a few readers at one point, or they seemed like quite a few to me even if relatively speaking they constituted a quantity that should rightly be labelled "piddly". Hopefully the fractured quality and sparsity of entries (in number probably also worthy of the piddly label) will have chased a few people away, but bombarding people with teen angst is a measure I refuse to stoop to.
There are all these guides online about getting traffic for a blog. Ping this site. List at that site. Kiss degrading extremity of nondescript online persona. Comment spam.
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No more God-damn comment spam. Yesterday over 100 comments from just one site dodged the fly-swat. Today over 40. Go. Away. Go learn to roller-skate or something.
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Yes. Someone needs to write a guide to getting rid of blog traffic. I've never done any of the things listed above (...er...define degrading...) but I'm still sitting scared at my keyboard. I understand a little better now how closing down a blog happens, and this summer's abandonment makes me most uneasy. Not that I'm quitting. 'Cos I'm not.
Apart from I already did. Quit school, that is. Not entirely, I tried to quit entirely and then my most excellent Shakespeare teacher dragged me back. Everything but English Lit is dropped, and I'm now job hunting. Coffee shops and retail, here I come.
Um. I hereby apologise for how much of a ramble this turned into. But at least I steered clear of the teen angst, right?
Um? Please don't confiscate my blog.
Posted by Missiedith at October 24, 2004 12:37 AM | TrackBacktyping shameful angst crap into a blog is very cathartic. i recommend you go for it, bask in the ensuing relief the off-load brings (if any), and then delete the entry or make it private as soon as the embarrassment at such a indulgence kicks in (shouldn't take long). thus no one has to suffer the boredom of reading it, nor feel the need to give you a massive slap to help you snap out of it :D it works for me. however, if you really want people to amandon you blog in order to alleviate your fears of it being read then you should let the angst flow. i, for one, will never read your blog again if you inflict that on me :)
Posted by: blackfaith at October 28, 2004 1:05 PMHell, I've been typing work-related angst into my blog for the past couple of months and nothing's changed how it's read - that is it say, it's still not :p
Trust me, once you turn 20, teen angst is replaced by work angst (which, kind of amolunts to the same thing, only doesn't concern sex). Once you hit your mid twenties, you then sttart having what I'm currently calling money and gym angst, along with the onset of relationship angst. I would imagine that this latter angst intensifies if you're single and thirty and continues for the next ten years, when you starthitting the angst that is the mid-life crisis. Five years later and you get death angst, which stays with you until the end. At any time, all of the previous angsts may menifest yourself (I would imagine, only being mid-twenties myself).
I'm not quite sure what my point is here, but I think it's something along the lines of, "angst is healthy; blog about it. M'kaaaay."
Posted by: Gary at October 30, 2004 6:14 PM