Is everyone's first blog about blogging?
So I figure I just gotta start this thing. And what better way then to talk about the blog itself!
Its a ridiulous concept first of all. Writing a public journal so that anyone in the world can read it. Something so public that it could ruin your reputation, ruin your career, lead to stalkers etc. It's a horrible idea! Yet everyone has one so I want one too! And yes, I would jump off a bridge if everyone else did.
If we wanted to share our thoughts so openly, why do diaries have locks?! Why did my locked diary still have secret codes? Why did I store my locked, code-written diary under the matress in a place that no one would find it?
Maybe I'm more comfortable with this public diary, this public confession box because I'm more comfortable with myself. Unlike my childhood self, I know I'm not so weird afterall. I know I'm not so different.
I remember one journal entry/confession that was dripping with guilt about picking my nose. I swear I'll stop I swear! Well now I know everyone else picks their nose so big deal! I'm a nose picker and I always will be! This public confession is my metaphorical shouting from the rooftop.
So I figure I just gotta start this thing. And what better way then to talk about the blog itself!
Its a ridiulous concept first of all. Writing a public journal so that anyone in the world can read it. Something so public that it could ruin your reputation, ruin your career, lead to stalkers etc. It's a horrible idea! Yet everyone has one so I want one too! And yes, I would jump off a bridge if everyone else did.
If we wanted to share our thoughts so openly, why do diaries have locks?! Why did my locked diary still have secret codes? Why did I store my locked, code-written diary under the matress in a place that no one would find it?
Maybe I'm more comfortable with this public diary, this public confession box because I'm more comfortable with myself. Unlike my childhood self, I know I'm not so weird afterall. I know I'm not so different.
I remember one journal entry/confession that was dripping with guilt about picking my nose. I swear I'll stop I swear! Well now I know everyone else picks their nose so big deal! I'm a nose picker and I always will be! This public confession is my metaphorical shouting from the rooftop. Of course the other thing that we always hear about in first blog entries is about how narassistic our society is now that we think people will be interested in hearing what we have to say. But at least I know someone is...Jenny I know you're reading this cause you signed up to follow my blog before I even had a first post. So Hi Jenny! I'm writing this for your entertainment at work when you have nothing to do. Essentially you're getting paid to read my blog.
But really, I think we're interested in other people's blogs cause we're interested in what's going on in people's heads. It gives us an opportunity to get right in there and see what's going on. It's a secret place that we now have access to. I think we're all just comforted by the fact that no matter how great things look on the outside we're all just a bunch of nose pickers on the inside and it's okay.
So congrats, you broke my lock, you decoded my code and you found my secret hiding place.
4 comments:
That's right! And I'm taking notes! Soon you will have nooo secrets left!
Maybe that's because nobody actually talks to each other anymore?
But yeah I like blogs too! Especially ones written by people I know!
I pick my nose. I'm picking it right now. In fact if it makes you feel better, out here in BC everyone gets together in groups and picks each others noses. Crazy hippies I know.
But seriously folks, I'm off to Whistler on Wednesday and don't know how much internet access I'll have up there, seeing as everyone I know up there is never online. Keep the blogs going K-rock and write about the Tdot more cause I've almost completely forgotten what it's like there.
So... ever going to blog about anything other than blogging?
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