I spent some time this morning perusing other blogs. While I’ve been blogging for, oh, 6 months or so, I haven’t really been immersed in the blogging world and haven’t been exploring the other sites out there.
I’m kind of startled to find that a huge number of them are much more personal in nature than mine. They seem to touch on the reality of the lives behind them and put emotions right on display. I don’t do this.
For years, I’ve created the extensive illusion of vast personal information, but in the end, it’s just a big facade designed to fool people into believing they know me. But no one does, save one or two who are close – and even with them, I tend to deflect their (rather feeble) attempts because I know they don’t really want to know about it. Funny, they always seem to want to provide me with information about their lives. Hmm.
It’s a fear thing, I guess. If you let people into your domain, then you lose control. They might want to be your friend. They might wish to become emotionally connected. Then you might get hurt.
Well, hell. I’ve been hurt pretty good before. I’m still hurt every day. So, I wonder… what would be the harm in trying to be more open, in writing some good internal musings in my blog? What if I say something about someone who reads this blog, and they get upset? Cripes. I’m a bundle of synapses that could make any psychotherapist rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Maybe blogging would be cheaper and more productive.
Okay, there are 3 or 4 people who read this blog regularly (and sadly, none of them are my friends – what does that tell you? My friends are not too interested in my life?). Let’s have some comments from you. Should I continue my blog of complaint and punditry, or start to introduce a little more of a realistic, diary-type journal here and there?
