Why do people have blogs?
Clearly, it's not just a personal electronic journal. Many crave for responses, for communication with the unknowns. I myself at times crave for it. I certainly do for the thought of this blog. What is the essence of a blog?
Right now: I feel figuratively painted into a corner with a fear that the paint I don’t want to ruin will never dry. Stuck in a rut.
Is writing just our outlet? to express ourselves, to vent, to bitch, to blabber away. We have all said it numerous times within our very blogs. Are we doing some self-examination? That is all well and good.
While many of us dont know eachother personally, I believe we are a lil' blog family who can provide a little support, a little commentary, a little laughter, some music, and warm thoughts, and even prayers to eachother just based on what we write.
Many inspire others to journal and others to come here and simply soak up what they say. One could be very surprised at how much contributors mean to the blog community especially when some check in daily.
This is digital age indeed.
posted by Masquerader @ 8:08 AM
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1 Comments:
Dear Masquerder,
Like yourself..I have asked such a question. At first, my blog was an odd array of posts, mostly news stories from around the world but also a personal diary.
I wonder sometimes, if there was a common thread to my posts. E. L. Docotorow says that “Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.” I must agree.
Nietzche believed that all individuals have a personal history, and continually evolve as they go through life. We are ever changing. I was unaware of the subtle changes in my personality, until I started to write. I notice how my interests change over time. My Misguided advice, my feeble attempts at poetry, the occasional and rare comment on society.
To me, My blog is neither a news service nor a writer’s corner. But rather a small piece of cloth I choose to write on, interwoven with others, to become the tapestry of our common Human experience.
Truly,
Misguided
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