Suddenly, the futility and mediocrity of it all settles down.

who would bother reading about a person's life experiences in blogs?
for example - practically 8273 posts all arranged around the same format:
"oh today i met X and Y and we went to Z place.
it was (insert descriptive word here) lah.
then we went to this place where we saw this and that."


who would bother?

this applies to mine as well, FYI.


putting yourself into the shoes of a complete stranger who chances upon your blog - what more would you be viewed as other than a shadow behind some 245kb html file?
nobody else would bother how one feels or what one went through - save the people who went through that same experience with you - simply as a recap. after that, the post is left to rot forever in the dusty archives of the internet.

other than that, it doesn't really make sense.

why, why then does one even bother if one knows the insignificance of it all?
excluding the popular blogs which are slightly more noticed, why does one even bother to set up a public webpage to 'document secrets and rant'?

would one's blog even achieve a second glance from a bloghopper? would one's opinions even be taken seriously?

why would one take up webspace just to post some mundane wall of text about one's life experiences?
does one not realise that one is simply a speck of dirt in this wide wide world - that your blog would be passed over just as quickly as your world rushes by in a blur?
and once one realises that, what then would happen to the blog?


it's amazing, really. the way how such insignificant little insects like us humans could be so full of ourselves - thinking that our opinions are actually heard, as if our wellbeing really matters to the majority, especially when one passes on, it's just that - a simple strand of life in the humongous soupbowl of the universe withers into nothingness.


as the famous quote goes:
"resistance is futile. you WILL be assimilated."

why does one then even try resisting?










sometimes i feel like a hypocrite.