This whole blogging thing was so easy when I started. I didn't know anyone. No one was really paying me any attention. I hadn't yet gotten CD (comment disease). I used to write what I wanted to and didn't really care about what other people thought of it. Sure, I mostly wrote about my penis and what I could or couldn't do with it, but that's what was important to me then. Now things have changed...
I don't remember what screen I saw it on, but I noticed that people are monitoring my blog. Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea what that can do to a person's ego? I immediately developed BMS (balloon mind state). My head was so big it barely fit on my shoulders. I was totally gassed up. It was however short lived. Half the excitement of being monitored is knowing who your monitors are. Since I can't tell, it's not such a big thing to me anymore.
Admitting to one's own ego isn't an easy thing. I for one have one hell of an ego. I'm good at what I do, and I know it. Things I'm not good at I sort of shy away from. I don't totally avoid them, but I'm not going to be the first to volunteer for any of that shit either. Here's an example. If you know me, you know it's going to be graphic, so be forewarned.
I used to have a huge penis! Every chance I got I was showing it to someone, or taking pictures of it and sending them to people. I used to have a great time showing it off. Then I gained weight. Over the years I was able to see less and less of my penis. As a result, I stopped talking about it as much. Nowadays I barely speak of it except in demeaning, degrading terms. It pisses my girlfriend off to no end. What can I say? I don't see what she does. Literally.
I guess it's sort of the opposite of my blogging.
Dayum! I was interrupted by a phone call from my daughter. That's a good thing. I love hearing her voice! I have no idea what we just talked about, but I guess it's not the subject that's important, it's the talking. I don't even remember what the hell I was blogging about, and I'm too lazy to scroll up and read that shit. So I guess this is where I'll stop for today. If I was making any sense, hit me back. (comment disease creeping up again)
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But, in response, I would have to say that while the ORIGINAL, and may I add, LONG FORGOTTEN reason why blogging existed was for the purpose of writing down what you felt and thought on an electronic medium that friends and family could read.
Now that there's colossal sites dedicated to providing writers with these services, blogging has mutated from modern-day diary-writing to near-daily thought publication for the masses to consume.
Having the knowledge that someone, or many people out there reading what you write, gives a sense of fame that a lot of people need out there for a much-needed self-esteem boost.
I'm in favor of more blogging, because the practice of writing - using the English language more often, and with more articulation - tends to make better communicators out of others. Someone who has been writing for years is ever, EVER, so less likely to use "133t 5p33|<."
And hey, if you have personal style to match your writing - well - that would just make you a KINGPIN, wouldn't it?
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I've never had a penis... I cannot relate to that part of your post. Sorry.
Here's what I do know, though... a lot of people are interested in what you're writing. It's a GOOD thing that you don't know who they are, because you should always write what you want to write (although, when I see a vagina with sharp teeth and balls falling out on anyone's blog, I head for the hills, but that's just me). Aren't there enough minutes in our days spent doing what other people want us to do? This is your dance, buddy... do it your way.
....Now I've forgotten what I started blogging about even.
For Nightbug - oh yes. Enjoy your cross-legging. It's usually not recommended on this side of the gender fence.
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