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October 14, 2004
For what it's worth...
In the strata of blogs, I guess mine would be embedded in the bottom
layer, the 'personal' blogs. Not that 'personal' blogs are less worthy
than, say, web developing blogs or news blogs or political blogs ... to
just about anyone that reads blogs with any frequency, though,
'personal' blogs have more meaning for the person that is blogging than
the reader.
/me makes note to stop putting quotes around 'personal'.
*uhm*
What I write here has no meaning for anyone but me.
I've tried, in the past, to write for others, so that I could possibly get a message across to someone I could not communicate with or to actually say something that would mean something to somebody.
Seriously ... do you really give a shit that my mom was in the hospital last weekend? Does anyone?
Does it really matter where I'm from?
Am I so full of myself that I think that recounting my day or voicing my opinion really could make a difference on some level to anyone other than me?
If I didn't blog, would it really matter?
No. Not to you. Not to the next person that comes here or the last. No, not to anyone that knows me or to anyone that knew me or even to anyone that will never know me because my blog is not here.
I've been accused of using this vehicle for attention, for accolades, for recognition from some anonymous 'crowd'. Hell, if I wanted to do that, I would log into some chatroom and start blasting everyone in there and generally making myself a nuisance 24/7. I don't care about that, though. I hardly even care about this.
I do, however, care about writing, something I don't do very well ... something I would like to do better. The only way to be a better writer is to write, stupid. So, here I am, writing all this personal crap about myself in the hopes not that I'll garner sympathy of attract attention to myself but that I will learn to tell even the most mundane story in an interesting way.
And why bring this up now, almost 4 years into it?
Why not?
Does it really matter?
/me makes note to stop putting quotes around 'personal'.
*uhm*
What I write here has no meaning for anyone but me.
I've tried, in the past, to write for others, so that I could possibly get a message across to someone I could not communicate with or to actually say something that would mean something to somebody.
Seriously ... do you really give a shit that my mom was in the hospital last weekend? Does anyone?
Does it really matter where I'm from?
Am I so full of myself that I think that recounting my day or voicing my opinion really could make a difference on some level to anyone other than me?
If I didn't blog, would it really matter?
No. Not to you. Not to the next person that comes here or the last. No, not to anyone that knows me or to anyone that knew me or even to anyone that will never know me because my blog is not here.
I've been accused of using this vehicle for attention, for accolades, for recognition from some anonymous 'crowd'. Hell, if I wanted to do that, I would log into some chatroom and start blasting everyone in there and generally making myself a nuisance 24/7. I don't care about that, though. I hardly even care about this.
I do, however, care about writing, something I don't do very well ... something I would like to do better. The only way to be a better writer is to write, stupid. So, here I am, writing all this personal crap about myself in the hopes not that I'll garner sympathy of attract attention to myself but that I will learn to tell even the most mundane story in an interesting way.
And why bring this up now, almost 4 years into it?
Why not?
Does it really matter?
