Despite my social awkwardness in rl, there are several things I enjoy about blogging. So many, in fact, that I shall indulge you in a bulleted list:
- I like when some random relative/acquaintance who I would never assume would read my blog tells me they identified with some post or the other. I often imagine just one person I know who would be interested in what I'm writing, and it delights me greatly that I reach a marginally wider audience.
- Getting comments. Especially from people I don't know. The more comments, the more I feel like
a celebritysomeone with valuable ideas to share.
- Meeting people. I've gotten to know some frequent commenters and bloggers, their inner most thoughts, who they are at their very cores, without even knowing their real names . That's huge. That's what makes the internet beautiful.
- Having a record of my children's lives. It's fun to look back and read about them growing up, in the words of my former self.
- Leaving my mark on the abyss. I occasionally fantasize about future historians reading my blog. Hey there future historians! How's the colonization of Andromeda going?
- As shy as I am, I like being on stage. It's why I love improv and karaoke. My blog is just another way of shouting "look at me! look at me!"
But alas, just as my blogging derailed my face to face interactions, my blogging has been derailed by another social interaction. That's right, I'm talking about the Faceboooks. Posts like this one are basically just half-hearted Facebook digests. If you're on my Facebook friends list, you've already seen the photos of my kids, read the news bulletins. You already know what's going on in my life, in the much more quickly and easily digested form of status updates. And I'm not delusional, I know that my Facebook friends make up 99.99999% of my reader base.
The other day I was ranting about something, when my husband told me "This should be a blog entry." I don't know if he thought what I had to say was genuinely amusing and interesting, or if he just wanted me to shut-up in that moment. Whichever it was, I thought maybe that's the ticket. I should rant more on my blog! After all, most people don't actually care that my kids and frickin' adorable. They want to read my amusing tangents on toilet training. So this is me ranting. You likes?
In conclusion, I must say. Like this page. Share this page. Tweet this page. Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!
(Leave rant suggestions, virtual hugs, and hi, how are yous in the comments below.)