Disillusioned

I think I'm wasting my time with this blog. I mean, everything I do or think about doing is being done already, 'out there in bloglandia', and done better or already done as well as it can be done. I've spent all morning today on another blog-surf and I keep re-realizing/validating this impression of mine, about my blog. Not really feeling the whole purpose of this, here.

I seem to be just average at the gamut of everything: average art (& 'average' feels a pretty generous adjective in this genre); average visual journal pages; average photographs; average (typical) life.

I don't have an angle. I don't really want an ETSY Store or a FLICKR account.

I don't do some extraordinary thing like rescue coyotes or invent new art techniques or save orphans or even animals (tho' all of my animals have come from shelters). I don't live somewhere spectacularly interesting and exotic and mind-blowing ... as evidenced by the extraordinary and spectacular lack of interest in/comments on the 'From the Hood' segments (which might actually be more of a reflection of my photography, I think). I'm not published. I never finished college. I got my GED, for crying out loud. I mean ... I have no credentials, no resume here!

My journal WRITING is great, but I don't share that, it's personal -- so how would you even know I'm not lying about great writing therein? Doesn't matter.

I think I'm just flat out a better "Other People's Blog Reader/Commenter" than Blog Keeper.