Sometimes I would tell Chris that I'm reading blogs. Or he'll ask me what I've been up to and I'll tell him that I've been reading blogs and he'll just get this "Pfft" attitude. Chris does not understand my obsession with blog reading. I don't really understand it either. But I like it.

Maybe I'm just a voyeur. I just like to see how people live. It's sort of a noble attempt at amateur anthropology (or at least I would like to think s0). What's anthropology? Its a new science - the study of humanity. Why people do the things they do, how they react in certain situations and stuff like that. Although I'm not spying on them through their bedroom curtains and taking notes, I am, however, looking sometimes directly into their minds and through the blogs, find elements that are universal for most of us.

I really like reading blogs that have ended. Sometimes I'll find one that the author has gracefully ended and I just kind of feel a sort of glee inside (not in a creepy sense) and start all the way at the beginning knowing in my mind that it will all end. Plus, its more like reading a book this way - with a definite beginning and end.

NOTE: If you're going to say something about "blogs are a representation of life and life neither has a beginning nor an end." then I will have to defenestrate you. Or just say "bah!". Blogs are a memory of our memory, an act we participate in - a revealing of our internal flesh, we can always choose to open and close these doors into ourselves. Life, on the other hand, goes on. Blogs - do not.