Obsessed but with no Motivation or Direction

For several years now I've been obsessed with the Idea of being some kind of a famous blogger, however I'm at a stage in my life where I'm not really an expert in anything, except for not being an expert, I'm an expert in that. There came a point where I realized that at the rate that I was going I was never going to accomplish anything because, well, there really wasn't anything that I could accomplish. Nothing hurts worse than realizing that you're bad at something, and for me I realized that I was kind of bad at making an internet presence for myself.

For a while I was obsessed with making money on the internet, and while I'm still enamored by the idea, I am by no means obsessed. I think that, like many others, I became entranced by the idea that I could sit at home in my pajamas and write about what I was interested in, and I could somehow make money based off of this business model.

I can't say that I blame myself because let's face it, the internet is rife with false promises and misguided beliefs.

All of that being said I'm really not sure why I'm continuing to write a blog. Perhaps it's me clinging to the idea that I'll one day rule the internet with my magnetic charm and irreverent wit. Maybe I actually like to blog. Maybe I like the idea that somebody, anybody, would care enough to read my blog or would think I was entertaining enough to read my blog. Perhaps it's a combination of all these things. I don't really know.

All I really know is that I'm tired and I think I'm going to go take a nap.