Voyeur
A comment off Otaku Shrine netted me a lot of interesting reads. Am I being such a pathetic voyeur by admitting that I actually enjoy reading other people’s most private thoughts in their blogs?
What I’ve also been enjoying, as I go from one blog to the next is that all the blogs I’m reading are from pinoys. That adds a touch of familiarity as I go through posts that talk about killing Cupid off, about seeing a beauty in a jeepney and love at first sight, and about beauty queens and love that is gone.
Maybe my preoccupation with other people’s blogs is due to the isolation I’ve been feeling these last few days. I haven’t officially dated anyone in a while and as much as I want to feel any interest, a spark, some chemistry, I’ve been (largely) mostly apathetic and indifferent towards the male species. So right now, this fascination with the lives of others could be a manifestation of me living vicariously off other people’s experiences and feelings.
It’s like, since I don’t want love and I don’t particularly feel anything like it, why not just read about it? And reading blogs are even way better than expensive romance novels.
