The Curse of the Blogger

By reading and writing too many blogs in this case relating to dating blogs, I have started to feel the effects I shall name “The Curse of the Blogger”

(If there is already a well established “Curse of the Blogger” I am more than willing to rename it something equally foreboding)

Firstly – As I go about town and talk to my friends, I often wonder what can go into my next blog. I almost secretly hope that the next girl will turn out to be utter rubbish just so I can write something fantastic. But alas relationships are progressing slowly, I have been busy at work so have not seen much of my younger woman , but things are much the same…nothing to report.

(this could be a good sign? but undoubtedly suggests early boredom)

Secondly – As I meet people and interact in their lives I wonder if they have a secret blog and if they do how they would write about me? I fear this is a subject that bares certain similarities to the “Truman Show” and such thinking could seriously damage ones mental state. I find my self asking if the prolonged eye contact with the pretty girl on the train has suddenly turned into some blog entitled “why do men not make the first move” or equally one titled “why do men stare at me on trains”

I believe it is a similar phenomenon as when you become engrossed in a particularly gripping series of novels and suddenly find your self narrating your life (in your head hopefully) in the narrators soothing tones. I now find my self turning my relationships with those around me into short paragraphs as if they were written by my favourite bloggers.