So I've noticed something. All the people who write those popular blogs--you know, the ones that get tons of comments, and whose authors all seem to know each other? They all seem so exceptional. They're the kind of people you'd want to go out weekends with, just hoping some of their appeal might rub off on you. They could make you seem brilliant, because they're never at a loss for words. They could show you all the hip places to be seen, and introduce you to all the right people at those gen-X dinner parties they're always having. But I wonder: where are the people whose lives don't read like trendy fiction? Where are the confused, the awkward, the lost, the ashamed? I've been reading blogs for a long time, and I haven't found anyone like me. Anyone... average.

Even if those voices are out there somewhere, who would know? Just like this little blog, they'll be invisible in the madding crowd of cyberspace. You've gotta be hip to be noticed, and you've gotta be noticed to be hip. Mere mortals like us can't play that game, I'm afraid. Don't get me wrong; I don't begrudge the stars their fame. I genuinely enjoy reading about their glamorous adventures, sharing their inner turmoil as they make their way through extraordinary lives. But still--don't the rest of us have stories too? And don't they deserve to be heard?

Nah. Who wants to listen to someone normal?