Why I don't fit into Blog World

If Blog World were a high school cafeteria, I'd be sitting at the reject table. Alone.

Last night while I was tossing and turning in my bed, trying to turn my brain off and force myself to sleep, I started thinking about blogging. I love reading blogs. My number one guilty pleasure, other than Duck Dynasty (i'm sorry, i laugh like a buffoon watching that show), is blogging. I even like writing one. Such a good little outlet so that I don't stab someone.

But I don't really fit in..

I'm not married.
I'm not currently married.. or engaged.. or in a serious relationship. So you won't see any posts about my Hubby or my ManFriend or my Fiance.

I don't have kids.
Haven't managed to create another life yet. And I don't currently have a bun in the oven.

I don't have a furrbaby.
This isn't actually by choice, but you won't be seeing any cute picture of my little puppy or precious doggy. Unless it's my parents pound puppy or my friends dogs. This is actually quite depressing.

I'm not a photographer.
While I would love to maybe dabble (yes, dabble damnit) in photography one day, I currently do not. Most of the pictures on this blog are taken with my iPhone. One day real soon I'll be getting a DSLR, but I currently don't have the funds.

I don't like The Bachelor.
I know. I'm probably going to hell for even typing that, but sorry.. I've never watched it and I don't plan on watching it any time soon. The same goes for The Bachelorette.

I don't watch The Real Housewives of ANYTHING.
Again, never have, probably never will. I just really can't get into watching a show of grown, adult women acting like 15 year olds and blowing money that they probably didn't earn. The whole thing actually annoys me.

I curse.
In real life, I curse a lot. I try to tone it down for my little blog, but in real life I drop the f-bomb all the time. I promise I do know how to turn my potty mouth off and I do when I need to.

I can't put an outfit together on my own.
If I post an #OOTD, then that means a LOT of thought went into that and I probably had help. Otherwise I'd be rocking yogas and a sweatshirt.

I'm not really that funny.
My sister got my dad's hilariously funny genes. I'm decently funny when I try really hard, but I'm no where near the blogs I read every day. That's why I read them.

I'm not from the South.
Or currently living in the South. 75% of the blogs I read are either girls from the South, girls who are living in the South, or girls who pretend they live in the South. I'm over here like, Hi, I live in Indiana. That's all.

I'm not obsessed with Starbucks.
I probably drink Starbucks once every other month. Maybe 6 times a year. I know, I should be taken out back and shot. I'm cheap. Also do you know how much sugar is in most of those drinks? Yikes.

I refuse to comment on every single blog post I read.
Seriously, I'm truly sorry you guys that I don't comment every time I read a post, but that would get exhausting. I comment when I have something to say. Sometimes yea, it's just to say "I really loved this post!" but that's because I really, truly loved it. Not because I want you to notice me and come to my blog and write your own fake comment onto one of my posts. No.

I don't take enough selfies.
I'm probably going to have to work on this because most of the blogs I read, they post a new selfie of themselves.. every day. Every single day they are iPhone photo ready. Well shit, guys. I'm not. But I'll work on it.

So yea, reject table here I come.