Yes you did read that correctly, “blogging is like monopoly”. And I know you are reading that thinking “ha ha yeah no it’s not” but think of it like a good mystery novel, at first you have no idea how the clues connect but by the last page all you are thinking is “Of course! The old man’s umbrella! Duh!”. So stay with me here.
Yes what I have found is that blogging is like playing Monopoly. You and I are the pieces (I dibs the top-hat) and that big ol’ board, yep you guessed it, that’s the internet. So we have all passed Go, and as we venture around the internet we find our niche, we find our blogs, and we buy them from the bank and get those little card thingys (your dashboard). We own our blocks, we own our blogs. Some people decide to upgrade and own their domains by adding houses, hey some even throw on a hotel, but we all contribute to the board in the same way.
Anyway whilst posting around the board, it is so very easy to land yourself in jail and throw off your blogging game for a while. Maybe you don’t blog for a week or so, you lose your rhythm. And a lot of people find it much easier to sit in jail and wait their three turns rather than refocus and pay the 50 monopoly monies to get out of that rut asap and back into posting regularly (unless of course you are lucky enough to stumble across inspiration with a “Get Out Of Jail Free” card). After all, the more you post the more your stats go up, the more people are ‘Just Visiting’.
Here on WordPress you’re not alone either. The Monopoly Man (WordPress) is always hanging around with exciting challenges (Community Chest), prompts (Chance), and tips to get your blog exactly where you want it to be (Free Parking Money).
I do have to admit there is one aspect of playing Monopoly that is certainly not like blogging. And that is nobody wins, it is not competitive. The people you ‘play’ along with are far more of a community than an intensely bickering family. And sometimes you might roll the dice, post that article, and it doesn’t quite pay off how you wanted. But you always know there will be some reader out there to sneak you 20 monopoly monies under the table to help you pay off that rent with a lovely like or comment.
And that dear readers is why blogging is like playing Monopoly. Like the mystery novel right?
So with that I’ll see you all on Mayfair!
Alright, we have hit the trifecta, here is the third instalment of this little mini series.
Read the first two 15TYDREEDT here (doesn’t quite roll off the tongue does it?)
15 Things You Didn’t Realise Everyone Else Does Too
15 MORE Things You Didn’t Realise Everyone Else Does Too
Here’s the list!
- Thinking that the 90’s were 10 years ago…
- Knowing that Sunday nights are way more depressing than Monday mornings
- Immediately forgetting someones name right after they introduce themselves
- Rehearsing arguments in your mind just in case it should ever come up
- Stopping at traffic lights and making that awkward eye contact with drivers around you
- Being at the cinemas when the cashier says “Enjoy the movie!” and replying “You too!” and just wanting to evaporate into thin air
- Saying you are ‘on your way’ when you haven’t even left the house yet
- Going to the fridge looking for something to eat, realising there isn’t anything, and going back a minute later just to check again
- Using the word ‘etc’ to make others think you know more than you really do
- Running to answer the phone and having it stop ringing just as you pick it up
- In the new year it takes about two months to start writing the correct year on anything
- Facebook stalking
- You would rather carry 12 shopping bags in each hand than have to take two trips
- Playing it cool when you realise you are walking in the wrong direction and have to turn around
- Seeing someone trying to play it cool when they turn around and walk the other way, but knowing they just realised they were walking in the wrong direction
To the lady sitting next to me at the train station,
I can tell what you are thinking about me. You’re probably thinking – what is that crazy person writing about me? I can assure you it’s nothing out of the ordinary. That’s a lie. It’s just a little out of the ordinary. It wouldn’t be if you hadn’t oddly decided to sit so close to me. I mean, you are far enough away not to be weird, but close enough to be…curious. It’s just considering the array of empty seats around us. I probably shouldn’t be jotting this down – I wouldn’t be surprised if you could read it.
Okay, so you could read it. I’m sorry for making you slide down the bench a little.
Can I just say that that scarf you are wearing is possibly the most fashionable thing I have ever seen? Okay, that’s a lie too. Maybe I’m just trying to make you feel better in case you can still read this. You must have very good eyesight, my handwriting is quite scrawly at the best of times, and from that previous distance whoa thats not bad.
Anyway, you shall forever be that person who I possibly offended a little in the train station. If you knew me, you would realise that certainly wasn’t my intention. I just tend to let my mind wander without realising it sometimes. And it’s an old habit to write about my minds wanderings (a habit I have turned into a blog actually – you should read it, I’ll probably end up posting this one).
Well you have taught me an important lesson anyway. Practice better handwriting. No I’m just kidding, the lesson is to not let my mind wander to the people around me when writing in a public place.
For the sake of any further embarrassment to me I really hope you don’t get on my train. With my luck you would turn out to be my neighbour or something.
Write and Day
In the words of The Killers – Are we human or are we dancer?
The Write and Day answer – Dancer. Although I have to admit, some are better than others.
But who would I consider the greatest dancer ever? Of all time? Well I would probably have to go with…Pineapple Guy. No, no I’m just joking, although his dancing was legendary. I would really have to go with…(insert drumroll here)
I mean, Ellen practically dances for a living. And you know what I say to that? You go girlfriend. Everyday without fail, Ellen dances up and down those rows of her audience like it’s nobody’s business.
And I call her the greatest dancer ever, but not because she is the greatest dancer ever (Huh?). What I mean is, she’s not throwing in triple backflips, or pirouettes, or any cutting edge moves. No, Ellen represents everyone out there who isn’t the best dancer in the world, but rocks it anyway. Ellen is busting the robot, the lawnmower, the running man (I could go on), all without a care in the world.
And it doesn’t stop there, oh no it doesn’t. Ellen dances. Her audience dances. Her guests dance. Her staff dance. She even does dance dares. She is Ellen Dance-Generes.
P.S. I saw this video and just had to include it here.
“That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.”
I stumbled across this quote today and simply thought to myself,
This could not be more true.
Tell me I’m not the only one who experiences this feeling after a devastatingly brilliant novel?