Blogitorium - spew in this!

The other day I stumbled upon a news story. The headline read "Model: Doctors remove hands, feet". Now I am not a squeamish person. I watch movies where people get filleted open and my days can be filled with cleaning up blood, vomit, and feces. In addition the lives of models and actors seem terribly ridiculous to me and most of the time I laugh at their tragedies - maybe this bitterness comes from being the fat girl growing up...whatever reason it isn't nice but it is a character flaw.
So after reading the headline I read the news story and found myself feeling very upset for this woman. She was a young beautiful 20 year old who had her hands and feet amputated because there was not enough oxygen in her blood. It was an extreme effort to save her life - but it left me horrified. Personally, being an artist and an athlete it seems like to much of a trade off. I am sure as a model she would have felt the same way, but who knows. She wasn't able to make that decision because she was unconscious. I kept thinking how terrible it would be to one day be a model and wake up with no hands or feet. That is truly a nightmare - not just for her but for anyone. Throughout the day I kept rehashing it - I told my husband never to make that sort of decision for me. I secretly I hoped that the model would never have to wake up in that nightmare life.
The next day I read that the model died - I am sorry for her family (how horrible to lose a 20 year old daughter), and upset because that is a messed up ending to her story. However, part of me is relieved for her - she never had to wake up and see what was done to try to preserve her life. Anyhow - I read up on her a bit more and she seemed like a really good person...
I guess my point is quality over quality and perhaps I shouldn't be so callous to all the famous people.

Well yesterday Barack Obama was sworn in as our new President. A part of me was excited for someone new to take over and another part was nervous...after all it can get worse.
I will fess up and admit that I didn't vote. That's right, you heard me...I didn't vote! Please spare me any nonsense about how I should be proud to vote and how people struggled to give me that right - or even better, how I have no right to complain.
The simple truth is sometimes you shouldn't vote. If you don't know much about the candidates or their platforms then it is your responsibility to stay out of it and let people who know decide. Quite frankly I didn't like either McCain or Obama and I couldn't decide who would be better. So instead of making a spur of the moment decision I decided I would support whoever got elected and hope for the best. Which leaves me here...nervous and excited.
I sincerly hope that Obama will deliver on his healthcare promise (obiovious sign of getting older is wishing for good healthcare. Epsom salt baths here I come!) and will be able to straighten this economy out.

One thing that has always been a mystery to me is people who follow the blogging of strangers. I can understand following a blog on a particular subject (such as a blog of a chef or fitness trainer) in an effort to get ideas - but following the inner thoughts of some average everyday schmuck?
Maybe it's voyeuristic...similar to reading your your best friends diary or watching your neighbor walk around half naked around his/her house through your kitchen window. Yet I don't think that's it. Half the fun of reading a diary or watching people walk around naked is knowing secrets about them or experiencing them on a different level. With blogging you don't actually know the person so there is nothing to reveal.
Okay - so I have been told that reading a blog can be insightful. People can find that they are not alone in the cosmos, find a nugget of wisdom, or just be amused. For the most part, I get that. On occasion even I find some amusement in the ramblings of a stray blog and some interesting thought that makes me stew in thought. Even though this occasionally happens I don't go out of my way to read the rest of that particular blog or even look for other similar blogs...unless they are a tutorial of sorts.
That may seem very close minded and indeed I very well could be - but the real million dollar question is who has the time to read all this crap? Seriously.
I know personally writing a blog maybe more therapeutic than anything else. Like upchucking after eating a bad Arby's burger (believe me it tastes the same going in as it does coming out!) - feels better once all the bad stuff it out - hence the name blogitorium.