A first attempt.

I'm not really sure why I'm writing a blog. As far as I'm aware I have a distinct lack of opinion...about anything. Maybe I'm hoping that the process of writing will generate some inspirational thought. That, or it will improve my generally low standard of spelling.
Everyone has a blog though, don't they? So really it's irrelevant whether this turns out to be worth reading or not. I once habitally read the dullest blog in the world (a friend's chronicle of his time in London) even though I had pretty much forgotten what I'd actually read by the time I reached the end. Which made it sort of, unintentionally funny. Maybe.
But 'Status Updates.' We all do them. We all hope we are clever or witty or moving but mostly, we just aren't.
I have long been of the opinion that Facebook, Twitter and the rest should be reserved for mild sarcasm, mild annoyance and possibly (as we are British) commentary on the weather. Anything else is, admit it, too much information.
And I'm talking about PDA here. The same way I don't want to see people kissing on the bus, I also have no desire to see your constant updates about how much you love/miss/are constantly amazed by your other half. And enough with the <3
Because the point of sharing things online is to either entertain or get other people's opinions. The 'like' button is the social networking equivalent or an approving nod, or an agreeing laugh. So how are you supposed to react to kissing photos? I wouldn't go up to my couple friends mid kiss and pat them on the back. It's just weird.
I have a friend who got married last year. Every post on her wall is her husband (who presumably lives with her). "I miss you so much. Was great spooning you this morning. Can't wait for more snuggles. xxxxx"
Mini vom. That deserves a text surely.
Hang on...I think that was an opinion I displayed there. Well done me. This is clearly working.
Now actually I'm a romantic. I have a (not so secret) love of Hugh Grant films. But that's true romance isn't it? Where Hugh constantly argues with Sandra Bullock. Beautiful. I mean, they see so much wrong with each other and say it. The kind of true love when you very publicly roll your eyes at someone. But only you are allowed to do so.
Or, if it's really true love it's so deeply ingrained on your life, you don't need to mention it. Cathy said her love for Heathcliff "resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary." And that's what it should be. Minus the running around on the moors.
Ok, enough for a first attempt. Over and out.