I’m a major people-watcher.

The best people-watching places are most definitely airports and theme parks. Moreso the theme parks because you get all kinds of people in all kinds of moods. At the airport, no one’s happy.

In one of my next lives, I’ll be a Sociologist.

For now, I’ll just observe and judge. Don’t tell me you don’t judge, cause even if you say you don’t, you do. If you say you don’t, you’re a damn liar.

I’ve been finding lately, that the internets and blogs may be an even better place to observe and judge people. In blogging, you can follow people’s actual daily lives – not just watch them stumble their way through MickeyLand in their matching Crocs and wonder why they have a motorized wheelchair.

In BlogLand, it’s a sort of open-book, closed-door peek into people’s lives – or as much as they let you in. Most people let you see what they want you to see. They make a charicature of themselves. Whether it’s an upper class mom or a poor, unhealthy single woman, people give out to the internet world what they want to hear back.

You want sympathy? Tell everyone you’re sick.
You want confirmation you’re doing a good job? Tell everyone you’re a bad mom.
You want people to tell you how good you look? Tell everyone you look fat and post a picture of yourself in a hot-ass dress.

Craftily manicured posts about everyday life and everyday things to get the attention you so desperately crave in your real life.

And then you let something slip. You may not even notice it, but to the trained observant eye, it gets noticed.

You don’t have that perfect life you want everyone to think you live.

You are the worst judge of yourself. Your biggest fear is having everyone know your daily suffering to make the perfect life appear.

This is not about me. I’ll tell you when things are shit.

I don’t pretend to be perfect. I, like everyone, will craft my posts around the absolute truth of the situation. No one wants to hear my whining about my feelings or my day or my lack of self-control. I am not a better or worse person than anyone else.

I’m just an observer into the lives of others. I try not to judge, but when I see the lives of others are cracked, it makes me feel a little bit better about myself.

Knowing, I’m not alone.

Tune in tomorrow for your regularly scheduled dose of snarkasm.