Psst. Hey. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you. I have a question. It’s okay, no one will ever know we’re having this conversation. But I need to know something. Do you ever get the feeling you spend too much time blogging? Or reading other blogs? Commenting on blogs? Commenting on others’ comments? No, just me? Okay. Nevermind.
I love bloggin’, I do. I am a little addicted, it’s true. Why am I rhyming? I haven’t a clue. (Stop rhyming and I mean it, does anybody have a peanut?)
Here’s another question for you, Dear Reader, that’s been on my mind awhile. I’m curious–What does your significant other/roommate/friend/dog think about your blog? Or do they even know you have one? My husband does know I have one, but he sure as heck doesn’t understand why I have one. He considers it a public diary. And why on earth would I want perfect strangers (oh, now that was a good show, Balki Bartokomous!) reading every stupid thought that creeps across my brain, like the ones in the previous parenthesis?
If I let too much time pass between posts, I feel a little panic. Not the holy-crap-my-hair’s-on-fire panic (thank you, Charles, for your humorous post) but I’ll admit to a little anxiety. Then I curse my need to blog. What is wrong with me? I tell myself I will not blog for a long long time, dammit! I will take that break. I need that break.
But what if no one ever reads it again? (after this post, I might be well on my way to that point) I can go two to three weeks without writing, happily reading all the other terrific blogs out there. Y’know, stalking people in a semi-sane way. I know the blogging world will go on just fine without my posts (sniff, sniff) I don’t need to blog, right? Yeah! Who needs acceptance? Who needs understanding? Who needs comments? (Me, me and me, yes I admit it)
So I tell my husband, I have to blog soon, I just have to! He answers me with his patented “rolling of eyes while looking completey disinterested at the same time” look. I won’t even have something good or meaningful or profound to say, but I just have to get some words out and have someone read them or…or…this is the part where I question again why I blog in the first place. Validation?
Yes, please. Connection? Okay, sure, I’ll take two. And so here I am, right now typing endless babbling thoughts and sending them into the blogosphere (I prefer the term, blahgosphere).
Why do I blog? Blogging is therapy. It’s fun. And it’s free.
I guess I don’t need any more reasons, you see.
Thanks for reading my rambling ol’ thoughts.
And nothing rhymes with thoughts
— or naught?
Why do you blog? What is the most important thing you get out of it? I promise you don’t have to answer in a rhyme, I swear.