Blogging isn't normal

You sit down at lunch with friends. They talk about their newest tinder crush, plans for fall, and how we are all dreading heading back into real life mode. Hah, whatever that means... They proceed to ask you what have you been up to recently? 

Your truthful response would be: Well, I've been trying to keep up with my blog but sometimes I get so lazy because it's summer. I spend my days off from work trying to keep up with taking pictures for my blog, scheduling posts, setting up sponsorships, and figuring out your editorial calendar. Oh! And I've had a few blates set up!

Your actual response: Eh, not too much.

When trying to explain blogging to people, they just don't get it (unless they are a blogger, duh). When I tell people I blog, it's pretty strange to talk about my best friend and then have to explain something like "Oh yeah, She's [Rachael] my best friend. Because we only met once and because we met through le internet." They usually reply with something like well didn't you think you'd be catfished or something crazy like that? I mean yeah that would suck but let me be honest and say I wouldn't mind because I would be meeting my wonderful man crush, Nev (note: His chest hair is JUST as mesmerizing as his face). Call me, maybe?

I'm the dumb-ass who let real life people that know me read my blog. During my sunshiney (and sinatra) days, I was hesitant. But now I've rebranded and for some strange reason I'm sharing my blog with the entire universe (even college professors).

The downside to sharing your blog on personal social media is that anyone can find it faster than your picture to filter to instagram speed. A friend, who is a boy, decided reading my blog for fun was a good idea. It's 2014, don't guys have something BETTER to do with their time besides reading a girls blog about bad dates, weird gadgets, and their besties? I thought so. *hair flip emoji* He texted me while reading all these archived shitty posts. The only good thing about old post still being public is that I can judge how weird of a blogger/person/writer I was then. I then got the river of text messages judging me for wanting a wine bra (it's still cool...), how he never heard of the last song, my weird love obsession with KiddyCup (#vomcity), a letter to a future boyfriend, what a boyfriend season is (its real), and ultimately why the eff you would meet a blogger and drag both of your boyfriends since they didn't even understand it. 

He then said he got sucked into the inner workings of my mind. I'm pretty cool, I guess. As my face was getting beat red and I was READY to never talk to him again, I realized it was my own problem. He's no blogger but he said it best when he said something along the lines of, pretty cool how you just put yourself out there. And it's true, we do. We share mostly what we would put in a written down journal. 

I love blogging and hate writers block (which I've had since my rebrand, truthfully). All bloggers are nosey to an extent. We swoon over finding new people to obsess over be besties with, gawking and tearing up as we read their love stories, and sharing secrets with people we've never met THEN meeting them and talking as if you've shared laughs over coffee too many times before. 

So yea, chances are I'd rather have a blate than do a lot of other things I need to check off my to do list. I want to update the unknown randoms on my latest kiss-and-tell, and even all my fashionista ideas. But on the reals, I would NEVER want it any other way.

Sheesh, blogging is weird.