I read somewhere that every second someone starts a new blog.
Do you have a blog? Chances are you do - and if you don't you will soon. Even if you don't have a blog you must spend some time reading them (ur reading this after all :P) .
But what's the point?
I love reading other people's blogs, and I can spend hours lost in cyberspace reading the most intimate thoughts of people I have never, and will never meet. At the same time - I also hope that my blog wll be read, enjoyed and commented on by people I have never met.
But, if a blog is the equivalent of a cyber-diary, why is it that we so badly want people to read and enjoy it?
If this were a traditional diary - complete with lock and key - these thoughts would be closely guarded. I would be mortified if someone read my diary!!
So what are we thinking when we post about how constipated we are, or what we had for breakfast? What is it that drives people to share their most banal thoughts with the world?
When I'm surfing other blogs, I find my favourites are the ones where I get a voyeuristic look into the lives of the authors. And there are so many to choose from you can keep reading forever and not nearly touch on anywhere near all the blogs.
I choose not to share so much in this blog because - while i love to read other people's share-all blogs I'm not sure I feel comfortable with strangers reading my innermost thoughts.
I never trust that blogs are truly anonymous. I think I've written about my fear of 'overshare ' before - but I really beleive that at some stage everything personal we write will have the potential to come back and harm us.
When I started this blog - I did so because life was so dark and pointless I felt that I might be able to connect with others going through the same things. I didn't share enough for that to happen - I thought about it often; and if you look back -there are odd mentions here and there about my mothers cancer, or a bad day, or unemployement struggles - but little about the sadness that was engulfing me. If I had kept a private diary I would have surely written very very dark stuff indeed (luckily I'm feeling abit more positive these days).
Maybe blogs are a healthier way to purge.
We tend to share more - public appropriate versions of lives. After all we don't want to feel inadequate - or worse, abnormal. We post in our blogs to feel part of something greater - and I beleive we are. Imagine people a thousand years from now can have access to some of these most complete writings of life as we know it. What better than blogs to create one of the best pictures of life as we experience it now?
What we choose to share in our blogs must at some level be a reflection of our Superego struggling to maintain control. The Ego (mine anyway) often wants to blog about really private things - after all the Ego believes we can't do any wrong... The SuperEgo is fighting to maintain the socially accepted norms - you can't blog about certain things because most people will either think you are a freak or deficient in some way, or judge you for your failure to comply with society.
After all - don't we all want to be perceived as intelligent, witty and above all flawless human beings?
There are people who do blog about their flaws - the mom who blogs about her weight gain, the adopted child who blogs about finding her birth parents, - but these instances I think are a way of blogging about our shortcomings in a socially acceptable way. In the end - whose fault is it really? The blogger is a victim of circumstance and nobody will really hold it against the new mom who can't shed the baby fat - it's to be expected.
On the other end of the spectrum, I was reading about the Russian girl who was blogging about her hatred for her mother; and then shortly after her last post which said something about how her mother was driving her nuts; she murdered her mother. By the time the blog was taken offline - five thousand comments had been left.
Wouldn't it be interesting if more people started blogging about their truly unacceptable habbits and thoughts. I would love to read the blog of a serial rapist or the thoughts of a suicide bomber. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't these kinds of blogs benefit the world in a way much greater than the depraved individual?
It taps into the deepest darkest voyeur in us all.
Blogs are the greatest reflection of our world today; pretty soon every niche of humanity will be covered. And in the end I guess we all reinforce each other in a
*big gloal blog hug*.