Yes, you knew this was coming. If you have been reading this blog for a while, or subscribed to it many moons ago and cannot understand why, take a Deep Breath. I shall answer all your queries. All I need is one blog post where I explain to you one preposition. A preposition that has been holding this entire monstrosity together. A preposition that is akin to Achilles’ heel, one that is liable to tear things apart, even as it grounds them. I am only talking about little, old Of.
Lately, I’ve been telling people about my blog. I didn’t want to, when I was in the thick of blogging newbie ecstasy. When I felt what I was doing was important. That it was changing me for the better and that it was touching lives. Five people liked a post? Hurray! There is hope for humanity after all, courtesy moi. But there is one other cliche about humanity other than a messianic complex – exponential desire. Desire to get bigger, better, popular, more important. All Hollywood baby, that’s where Of Opinions is going…
Uh, Of Opinions? Couldn’t you have selected a less boring, less prosaic name? How about something cute like HeartsandButterflies? Or something funny and sexually adventurous, like the wonderful My Blog is my Boyfriend? Now, that is a blog worth spending your time on. But, while Hollie keeps you endlessly interested with all things relationshippy, if I wrote a blog like that, it would make a very boring half page, not even worth an entire post. Take The Return of the Modern Philosopher, for example. I followed him(Austin, the blogger behind Modern Philosopher) because he is a legit screenwriter, focusing on romantic comedies, and I have similar aspirations. I followed to learn, and since then I have had many a Deep Thought. But, while he can write many fascinating posts on running and togas, and the educational screenwriting ones, I can’t possibly have any similar, for lack of a more positive word, gimmick. What do I do? Write about going to the supermarket in a sari and breaking into a dance to Bollywood muzak? As if that ever happened. Well, it did, except for the sari part.
Take the lovely Storytime with John for example. I’ve been rethinking my categories(or putting it in thought, as I never really thought about it) and was reminded of his categorization. It’s simple, original, and neatly ties in with his overall theme – both visual and thematic. Comedy Capers and Silliness is so much more interesting than what I have come up with – Of Dramedies, Of Musicals, Of Funnies, Of Psychical, Of Miscellany. More like yawn-nellany.
I’ve been learning about blogging as I read and write them. And my only gimmick is a sodding Of in my title. And I have another dirty, irritable Opinions as the rest of my blog name. Genius. Now that I am towards the end of my quarter life crisis where I’ve decided to give in, instead of having a breakthrough, people who are still kind enough to ask me what I want to do in life, also ask for any practicable proof of that want. I tell them, almost nonchalantly, about my blog. And their reaction is just as anti-climactic. And here I was thinking that there was a fifty-fifty (what philosophers would call a brain-in-a-vat scenario) chance of my becoming an internet sensation. Instead, I am trapped by a preposition.
Opinions I don’t know how to escape from. I’ve tried to justify it with a sort of mission statement. But, with Of, I kind of, sort of, have a different approach to looking at it. Yes, it is a gimmick, a tiny, even silly gimmick. But, it’s the one that makes me keep coming back. I’ve had an exponential growth in my blog, and that is only because of the convenience of title and topic. I get a vague idea of what to write about, and an Of puts me in the right direction. I have a tendency to meander, if you haven’t noticed by now, and my Of of the day keeps pointing in the right destination. It may be common, but it isn’t as prosaic if you try to look at it in a different way. This might be the naughtiest thing I ever write in a mostly asexual blog, but if you look at an Of from a graphical point of view, the capital O looks ginormous next to the much skinnier f. If you vertically superimpose the skinny f at the bottom of the O, what you get is almost a,
which isn’t really bad, is it? It is positive, it is female, it is a symbol of empowerment, qualities I want to have. And if my blog can help me be that, well, then my blog may well be my boyfriend! For now, my blog is an erratic, confused, teenage school girl who looks forward to graduating into a well-informed, generous, tolerant and extremely charming lady. Hope she gets there soon enough.