Megan vs. The Internet

I’ve been feuding with the Internet lately. You see, most of the time the Internet and I are best buds. It helps me find answers to questions that would otherwise drive me crazy for no particularly good reason. (What was the name of that one guy in that one movie? What year did that one thing happen? What’s Sara Hall’s PR for the mile?) I read and comment on a wide variety of blogs. I check Facebook a little too much for a “normal” person. I look for long-lost SNL videos to surprise Scott with.

But sometimes…sometimes…ugh. The Internet annoys me. I find myself skimming through blog posts (it wouldn’t do to let them pile up in Reader, would it?), not really enjoying what I read through no fault of the authors. I start categorizing Facebook status updates — there’s 2 for “oversharing”, 7 for “random quotations/song lyrics”, 3 for “fell for Internet hoax”, and 2 for “gratuitous punctuation.” Now, if anyone is a friend of mine from Facebook and falls into one of those categories, please don’t be offended. This is one of those, “it says something much worse about me for being annoyed and nothing bad at all about you” sort of things. The extra punctuation category wouldn’t even be necessary if I understood why Twitter is so much the coolest thing ever. My failure to embrace it (I keep hoping it will just go away…much like my similar wish for the disappearance of “reality” TV, however, this one appears doomed to be unfulfilled) leads to me trying futilely to read around “#” and “@” and whatnot.

When I get hit with this sense of disenchantment for the Web, the very last thing I want to do is blog. What? Add to the verbal clutter? I think not. It’s rather arrogant to assume that others want to read my gibberish anyway, isn’t it? Yes, indeed it is. A bevy of posts have failed to overcome a “blah” of this magnitude.

“So guys, in case you’ve been wondering I’ve still been running…” Deleted.

“You know, I thought it would be hard to keep running after the prop of a marathon goal  had been removed, but I was wrong. I’m actually enjoying running for no reason at all. Sure, I’m mostly hitting the road for 2-4 miles, but it’s been great! There was this one day…” Deleted!

“It’s becoming increasingly apparent that I’m obsessed with food, so I thought I’d share this recipe for my most favoritest soup EVER!” DELETED!

The feeling of “blah” seemed impenetrable. I thought, “I’ll never write a post again. It’ll be all “Faux Foodie Fridays” until I run out of restaurants in downtown Greenville, and then I’ll fade into oblivion.” And then…and then, my friends, I ran into something that renewed my interest in the Internet. Now, everything looks a little brighter, a little better, a little more worth exploring. Huzzah!

It’s highly likely that my find has already been discovered by others. It’s equally likely that some may not find this nearly as amusing as I do. Allie’s illustrated story about the perils of rural running, however, is too good not to share. Before I share the link, however, I’d like to warn everyone that you’ll often find language on her blog of the “things you can’t (or at least, used to be unable to) say on TV” variety. I personally think the humor overshadows it, but I didn’t want anyone to be shocked. Ok. With the disclaimer out of the way, I hope you enjoy. It’s fun to read the ramblings of another runner girl with a crazy sense of humor, a love for grammar, and a shared (and completely rational) fear of geese.

So. In conclusion…I would like to say: Yay, running! Yay, Internet! Yay, funny blogs! Yay, everything!


3 responses

  1. LOL! The “alot” is one of my favorites…this could actually help me down the line.

    PS Read the “Taco” one. You’ll like it.

  2. Really reads more like “Megan Vs. Megan” 🙂

    Oh and if you need something to write about we’re always ready for another installment in the “Water Station Attendant in the woods” series. 🙂

    Personally I’m guilty of smileys and/or extreme triple dotting …

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