But I do find reading about my thoughts to be interesting. (I waste a lot of time rereading old posts of ours. There’s some good stuff in there!) And sometimes I crack myself up. (What does that mean about my sense of humor? Hm…)
On a day to day thing though, meh. I work. I spend time with my family. I do laundry and groceries and occasionally shop at whole foods. I’m not bored living my life, but reading about it would be pretty far down in list of things to do (somewhere above “things that are really painful” but below “things I don’t enjoy doing but have to get done anyway”).
This lack of interesting stuff going on in my life seems to have increased (widened?) with DH getting a new job and making money. I just wouldn’t want to read about someone like me. I was more interesting when we had to scrimp and save for stuff.
But interesting isn’t really what I’ve ever been aiming for. One doesn’t really want to live in interesting times. (Though one does. Which is depressing.)
And I admit, the daycare saga may be interesting to some, but it’s just depressing to me! My poor little DC2. Similarly having an incontinent kitten. I’m sure I will look back on nice kitty’s preference for piles of cloth and laugh some day.
Obviously the solution is to ask #2 to write more about her life. Because what she’s been doing is tres interesting! At least, I think it is.
Would you find your life interesting to read about, and is that a good or a bad thing in your opinion? Do you prefer reading about people like you or people who are different or both or neither?