Bored and boring...

Okay, so blogs are not always the most entertaining reads in the world, but what happens when your life is so mundane that you even have nothing to blog about?
I read a blog the other day by a guy who listed his recent grocery receipt on his blog: the items, one-by-one and their prices, his total and that he paid cash. That was it - the whole blog! And I thought I was bored - and boring!

i read another where the guy i think it was a guy as he she talked about getting fitted for a tux wrote about 500 words no punctuation all run together kinda like this only on and on and on and his spelling was horrible and except for the tux which he never said what it was for i really didnt comprehend what any point was if he made one at all but i did make it through the whole thing and then realized that even if i was bored reading that blog was a major waste of time energy and brain cells and i still cant figure out what the other guy was going to make with the odd assortment of food he bought per his receipt or what i am going to make for my own dinner tonight oh yeah it is teriyaki chicken except i dont use pineapple on account of being allergic to it and ally is now allergic as well poor kid took after me that way

Okay, you get the point - ugh! And I thought I was bored - and boring!

I am starting to feel pretty good about myself...

Then I read a blog where a woman this time vented continuously about all of the girls who wronged her in high school. Now, this would not seem unusual coming from a girl, say, less than 25 years old, and perhaps odd but not too disturbing for someone less than 30 years old. But this woman claimed to be 52 years old! She checked off probably every girl in her yearbook, one at a time, sometimes in groups, but always viscously scathing. I, of course, picture "Carrie" (the Sissy Spacek version) with the pig's blood dripping from her hair, typing in her rants. To be so bitter after all of this time! And never once does she say what or who she is now, just leaving the impression of a vitriolic, aging shrew with no life whatsoever.

And I thought I was bored - and boring!

Actually, when you think about it, I guess I am pretty boring when all I have to do is wander the Internet reading about other people's boredoms.
Auntie Jane