Blasphemous Blogging?

I discovered quite recently that I suffer from a rare blogging disease called ‘nil-comment-o-phobia’. Symptoms of this rare disease include checking your blog stats every freaking day, looking at the string of zero-comment posts and sighing deeply, and visiting awe-inspiring popular blogs and envying them to a point of  ’if looks could hack’. Now, after successful identification of my disorder, I am on self-medication. I argue with myself ( another psychotic tendency) about the reasons why I started blogging. I seem to vaguely recall that I did it for fun, and to keep track of my disordered thoughts, as in an e-diary ( I quit maintaining the real one ages ago). So why the complaining attitude? Is it simply because deep down ( and I mean really deep) I’m just another attention-seeking human? The answer may be -

a) I’m way too self-obsessed.

b) I don’t actually write as well as I might otherwise trick myself into believing, and most of my posts are quite simply not worth the time it takes to read them.

c) I haven’t carried out popularisation campaigns for this blog(?) (because I hate forcing my potentially maddening works on my friends…though that’s untrue, I HAVE begged once or twice in my desperation).

d) My friends, like myself, do not have time to brutally kill, though they don’t waste time on blogging and facebook. Which reminds me (as long as I’m talking to myself) to mention that I won’t stick around much longer on fb. Primarily because I have pre-boards coming up, and secondly because I’m tired of receiving barely 2 or 3 notifications (that too by apps) every time I log on, and I don’t want to end up copying all my blog posts to facebook notes simply to get comments.

Well, since I won’t be doing anything much besides studying(whoa!)  in the coming days, I’ll be posting stuff more often, for my own ego. Who cares about people?  I couldn’t care… more.

Comments? Well, Never mind.