Don't Call Me a Blogger

I haven't been updating as much as I would like to. Then again, I'm not sure whether I want to update as much anymore. Blogs and blogging was once fun. It doesn't feel so fun anymore. It was an avenue for me to rant freely. To read other people's writings and vicariously live through them. A place where I met creatures with the same interests and forged friendships.

Yes I own a blog. But please, don't call me a blogger.

I have no authority over any subject matter.

Owning a blog does not make me more superior than you.

My real life does not revolve around blog-related activities or the blogging community.

I don't know many bloggers, let alone hang out with all of them.

I don't really give a shit about the circus we call politics, blogwise or in real-life.

I don't update my blog daily about every single mundane shit that happens in my offline life.

I can't be bothered to tag along like a lost puppy or actively hang with the elite few JUST for favours. Or fame. Or traffic.

I don't introduce myself using "Hi, I'm FA of Fireangelism".

Neither do I leverage on my blog to gain favours, be recognised, gain entries, or get laid.

I do not stop you from eating your meal just to whip out a camera, take a picture, and blog about how awesome it is on my blog.

I hardly read blogs anymore, save for a couple - mostly because they are friends.

I'm not a money/fame/ad whore who churns posts after posts of advertorials which are completely irrelevant to what I am or what my blog is about or I simply hate just because I want the money or keep the network or too scared to just fucking say no.

I delete all your stupid spam invites and press releases.

I will not watch my language and my image just because you tell me to because I KNOW that there more fucked-up publications out there which are accessible to just about anyone with a click of a mouse button.

On the other hand, I don't say whatever the fuck I want without any form of self-censorship or responsibility JUST because I plaster my face all over the internet and have a pseudonym.

I do not live for ALL your free stuff. Just some of it. :P

We're NOT automatically friends, just because you have a blog too.

I do not consistently have more pictures than words in my posts.

I'm not in my tweens, glamorous or hot.

What you read or see or hear about bloggers in any form of media does NOT apply to me, or have any association with me, and it does NOT represent me at all.

I don't want to have anything to do with the so-called "icons" which represent the "community".

In fact, if anything, I detest what the blogging community has festered into and I am not proud to be associated with it in any way.

I have a real life and it does not revolve around blogs and blogging. A real (crummy) day job. Real friends (who also happen to blog too and I get asked to tag along for their parties. Go me!).

I'm a terrible blogger. I loathe being called one.

So please, don't call me a blogger.

I'm a random somebody who enjoys her drinks and parties and who enjoys jotting down her thoughts in an online journal just because she thinks it's fun.

But I still love free stuff. :P