No matter how much you customize your theme, change things up, add a background image, it still is super awkward when you stumble upon a blog with the same theme. At least for me.
Theme’s are beautiful. They’re a wonderful way to solving everyone’s issue with being unable to create their own blog. Or at least a pretty one. But using themes has a bad side to it. You are no longer original. You can’t be counted as one of a kind. Somewhere out there, there’s going to be another person, who while won’t have the same exact color scheme, will have to same exact same theme. And that bothers me.
Sometimes, I’ve really been tempted to choose the least popular theme just for the heck of it because then the chances of seeing that theme on another blog is smaller. But then I wouldn’t be happy with how my blog looks.
What a dilemma.
I hate how OCD I am.
I was at the library, volunteering like any old teenager desperate for something that might look good on their collage apps (well not exactly) and putting returned books in order when I noticed something.
Many of the most popular books, were the ones that were in the worst shape.
Now bear with me, because this may seem like common sense. I mean, come one, no duh! Lots of people read these books! And so they get worn really easily! But I’ve always thought opposite.
I’m really paranoid about keeping books in prime condition. I absolutely HATE writing in books. There’s nothing that bothers me more (even though we’re required to so in school). It’s distracting to write notes, it’s distracting to read with them there. Surprisingly, I have nothing against buying used books – as long they don’t show that they’ve been used. And that includes names written in pen, water stains, ripped pages, slightly worn corners and even random bookmarks still in the book. Of course, I’d prefer a new one to an old one. Yes. I’m a little OCD.
So my first instinct was that well, since these books are so popular, maybe people would give an effort to keep them in better condition even though more people will be reading them. Well, I was wrong.
It’s not really that I haven’t noticed. We notice things all the time. I just never actually took the time to think about it, and I think that is maybe one of the most important things. We sometimes don’t realize things, even though they’ve been in front of us the whole freaking time.
But I’m glad at least that I realized it early on, before I made a fool of myself.