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No, I’m Not a Blogger

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When someone asks me about my blog, this is how the convo usually goes:

Everyman: Do you have a blog?

Me: Yes, I do.

Everyman: Ah, you’re a blogger. Nice.

Me: No, I’m not a blogger.

Everyman: But…you do own a blog and write stuff in it, don’t ya?

Me: Yes, I do.

Everyman: So, that makes you a blogger.

Me: No, I’m not a blogger.

Everyman: But you write in your blog. Naturally and inevitably, *that* makes you a blogger.

Me: No, I’m not a blogger.

Everyman: Yes, you *are* a blogger.

Me: No, I’m *not* a blogger.

Everyman:

Me: …

Everyman: Y’know what, you’re right. You’re not a blogger--

Me: No, I’m not a blogger.

Everyman: --you’re a broken record.

Please let me make clear of something before you get all indignant by my hipster-esque too-cool-to-call-myself-a-blogger stance. I’m well aware that I’m supposed to call myself a ‘blogger’. Heck, I used to refer myself as one back in the day when I was a fledgling blog owner. But now, I never really refer to myself as one because the said term, in one way or another, doesn’t do it for me. I mean, imagine saying the word: Blogger. Blog-ger. Bllloooggerrr. Blech. Yuck. When I try saying that I’m a blogger it makes me feel like I am human blob who rolls about in an ungainly manner in the mud. A blobby blogger. That, however illogical it may sound, is reason enough for me not to call myself a *shudders* blogger. I hope that sheds light on the matter.

P.S. And as much as I really want to, I’m not calling myself a writer, too. Saying that is well akin to calling oneself a doctor after administering a basic first aid to minor injury.

P.P.S. No, I’m not a hipster, either. Just so you know.

Written by SZA

12 January 2015 at 9:42 PM

Posted in Blog, Whatevs

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This and That #2

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  1. Vass happenin’? It’s been a long time, folks. Skipped 2014, and here I am in 2015.
  2. Last December marked my last year of being an English teacher. I have a mixed feelings about this--sad (’cause I’m not teaching and I enjoyed teaching) and happy (’cause I now have my weekends back! Oh, happiness!). I’ll definitely miss talking with the kids. Not the bratty ones, though--they can get back on San Vicente. Take it to the 10, switch over to 405 North and let it dump them onto Mulholland, where they belong. Yes, I’m referencing ‘The Californians’.)
  3. This is the year when I’m hitting another decade of my life. I hope no one will wish me happy birthday this time. It sounds almost morbid, I know, but I don’t think much about birthdays--they’re just another day to me. They don’t symbolize anything but an excuse for Hallmark to sell cards and for folks to throw parties and buy/get presents.
  4. Once or twice, I’ve mentioned about writing a book/screenplay, but the page is blank, still. Once or twice, I’ve mentioned about learning to play the ukulele, but the instrument is now collecting dust in my bedroom corner. A lot of times, I’ve mentioned about a lot of things, but still… Well, that’s me.
  5. Cried for a week when my cat, Biboi, went missing last year. I miss him terribly.
  6. Kinda got a kinda new kinda job with a kinda fancy-schmancy title.

Written by SZA

9 January 2015 at 9:28 PM

Posted in Happening