That blogging is addictive is a well-known fact, especially to other bloggers. That it takes a good part of each day, not just to write and compose a post, but also reading other blogs is also common knowledge. So I’m not talking about that. Let’s just accept for the sake of my argument that I’ve already allocated a chunk of my daily existence to this little activity.
Even though a slot has been made available for blogging, I feel that it is also starting to enroach into my other “real life” activities. Specifically the enjoyment of them. Bloggers would know what I mean by this. You walk around, seeing, hearing and feeling things, tasting food, and living life basically. But you have this incessant thought while all of it is happening: can I and how do I blog this?
Using Saturday night’s outing at Godskitchen as an example, I wish there were two of me. One who was there purely to party, and one who was there as a blogger. The partying guy would just let loose and dance and socialise with abandon. The blogger guy would seek out cool camera angles, and figuring the good spots for taking video clips. Oh and the blogger would carry two separate cameras: each dedicated to video and photos respectively, and they’d be higher end stuff.
I’m sure the official photographers had fun on the night but they were there doing their job so they can be completely concentrated. I take photos and video clips because it’s my hobby, but I’m there to have fun first and foremost. And I think because of both things fighting for attention inside my head, I think I only achieved 85% of both activities on the night.
Yeah I had fun, but I’m thinking I could have had *more* fun if I wasn’t thinking about blogging it. It is fitting then that the batteries for my camera ran out with 2 hours left in the night, to let the music take over me completely.
The other extreme is the guy selling kebabs upstairs. Even if he liked dance music and raving, it must kill him to be behind the counter and not out there with the rest of us going crazy on the dance floor. So I can’t imagine him enjoying his job that much, even though it’s his chosen livelihood (it’s a separately run business from the club).
How cool is it then to be a DJ, doing what you actually love and getting paid for it?
I wonder if I was paid for my blogging, and paid to cover events like these, would I be less concerned about how it’s stopping me from completely enjoying myself? I don’t know really. I’m sure I would still have the same desire and that is to have two of me. But I’d probably wouldn’t complain as much. Oh and I would so totally dig the more expensive and specialised cameras that I could afford if I was a professional blogger. 😉