My Primitive Urge.

I have reached a slump in blogging. Oh, the well has not dried up yet. But, in the first place, why does one blog anyway? Expression of creativity? Making people happy? Contributing to the collective intelligence? Rubbish! Freud and Maslow would say it’s the pure primitive urge for the feeling of importance. Yes, I want to be noticed. I want people to know the depth in me. I want followers. I want to change things. I want to rule the world. Ok, that’s asking loads too much. But you are getting the drift here, yea?

But my blog remains crumby and unnoticed. Like a pigeon poop in a crack of a cheap hotel in Mozambique. My muddy soup of cartoons, parody, post-modern elements… All have failed to tickle a little too many funny bones. My cacophony of science, philosophy, economy… All have fizzled reaching a little too many ears. I want to try writing on Karl Marx, world music, Kim ki-duk, non linear and transgressive narration styles… am I encouraged now? Hell, No. Cutting all the hyper-venting, I am simply jealous of people who are popular in facebook and blogosphere.

See, they leave statements in facebook like

“I am taking a dip in the pool”

Now, would that bring world peace? But you can see that people swarm in and leave 20 comments on that.

“My Monday is hard”

Hey, Mondays are like that since Mondays were invented? But you can see a colony trying to stroke and pat the author of that magnum opus.

And these quizzes in facebook! Which side of your brain works? What liquor are you? How good is your handwriting?… Yea right, knowing that will take me to the moon. Do you have 3 ears? Will you be run over by a bulldozer today? People spend dumb a lot of time on these and their circle of friends spend dumb a lot of time discussing the dumb results.

Don’t you conclude that I am just a sour little wanky loser. I am not. I will join the winners if I can’t win myself. So I am spending a lot of time in the toilet researching what makes people popular? Oh btw, please don’t undermine the toilet in a married man’s life. It’s his last bastion of freedom where he is not watched over, slapped with responsibilities, judged, pushed or commanded. Remember “The Thinking Man” statue (by Auguste Rodin) that depicts a man in sober meditation battling with a powerful inner struggle? That’s actually the toilet seat that he is sitting on.

So how do you create a community around yourself? What would motivate the crowd to be participative about what you have to say?

Inspiration : From the chat with the talkative Vino.