Blogging about blogging about blogging about blogging...

I sat down here to write something, but it was so much easier to just sit, staring, sweating, and eating wilted nori, that I did just that for a few minutes. And a few more.
Now the nori's in it's rightful place and I'm here in earnest.
So...
I was wondering to myself today, why, exactly, it is that I enjoy reading other people's blogs so much. It's how I prefer to waste my time; Mark plays a computer game, I read a stranger's views on life. Both entertaining, both pointless.
Here's my conclusion: It's really mostly voyeurism.
How do I ease the guilt of having peered almost uncomfortably far into someone else's life, of having glimpsed little intimacies they would never confess to me if they met me?
I ease it by blogging myself. Offering bits of me up on the altar of the Crooked to pacify some other stranger's voyeuristic hankerings. Balance is restored, and all is well.
Also, of course, I don't exactly blog for comments per se, but it is nice to be assured that I'm not talking to myself. I wait especially for comments from people who DON'T COMMENT. (I hope I'm heaping some coals of fire on some heads here, AHEM!)
The truth is, obviously, that I'm a sucker for comments. I may as well come out. No point in playing aloof. I'M A COMMENT JUNKIE. Fine. I guess I do blog for comments. Loser.