The anti-trend
I admit it. I’m blogging from work. It’s my lunch hour, so try firing me for that, MegaCorp. Scratch that. MiniCorp. After the recent layoffs, we can’t even come close to being a MegaCorp.

I am surfing and eating the remnants of what might be the crappiest, gas station-esque, prepackaged tuna salad sandwich from our cafeteria. There is little murmur of noise from the offices around me, but beyond that, the place has become a graveyard because there are families to visit, travel to be endured and golf courses calling everyone but me. Actually, they’re calling, I just have to ignore their cries.

Ironically, or not so much, I’ve been asked several times why this poor little blog has become the wasteland that once was an update to our lives and a palette for the artist-formerly-blogged-with-witty-banter. It is only in the past 24 hours that I’ve realized the reason. The anti-trend.

In the past year, I’ve become somewhat of an anti-trendy person. It started with those little yellow Live Strong bracelets that no one even knew existed a year ago and now you can find one for every cause, in every color, on everyone’s wrist. At one time, I wanted one of those. Perhaps two. Now I roll my eyes at how very little they mean since I recently spotted a canister of them in a gas station in rural North Dakota.

Following suit was several articles of clothing and accessories, until I’ve seen so many Coach purses around Eden Prairie that I want to throw my signature Cs out the window on the Crosstown as an act of defiance.

Don’t misunderstand me. I am not so bad as an acquaintance of a friend who swears off everything popular, just because its so. I still rock out to 50 Cent and eat up every trashy bit that is the life of Britney and Mr. Spears.

Blogging is just a stone’s throw away from being so trendy its yesterday’s news. The word is becoming commonplace and part of normal language. Now everyone has something to say and virtual voice to say it with and although I’m not so horribly anti-trendy that I want to give mine up, I find it really uninspiring to know that my blog or virtual voice is no longer one of the few, but one of the multitude. It’s almost ironic that in trying to be original, there’s very little originality.

My thoughts are my own, though, despite the fact that I’ll steal others’ occasionally. That’s perhaps the one thing that keeps this blog alive.

posted by paula 12:56 PM