I was changing in the gym locker room the other day when it hit me like a sack of red potatoes: blogs are ruining my life.
By the end of college I hardly turned on the TV except for Seinfeld or Simpsons reruns. With all that free time I started reading books on my own free time, something I’ve never done before. I like to think that the several dozen books I read helped me become the knowledgeable man you love reading today. Then two years ago blogs started getting more popular and much of my reading time was shifted to the internet, catching up on the latest celebrity nipple slip or funny video of someone getting severely hurt. I was basically substituting the latest Malcolm Gladwell for People magazine.
The thing that is great about blogs is that reading them doesn’t make you feel like a loser. It’s an active process and you get to pick and choose the information you want to absorb. It’s not like watching TV where you sit there like a zombie and absorb whatever marketers want to throw at you. But unfortunately you still are a loser, because you are dedicating a good portion of your time to gaining trivial knowledge, to becoming a hit at old people’s parties. Blogs sap your will and demotivate you, because why go out and experience the world when you get the world’s knowledge at your fingertips? Other than a few select sites, cutting at least 50% of your blog reading can only improve your life.