Me Me Me
It occurs to me that I'm writing a blog that's all about me. My thoughts, my ideas, my observations, my experiences, my work. Maybe no one's interested in me. So who am I writing this for -- myself, or someone else?
Even my best friend Ron says he doesn't have time to read blogs -- not even MY blog.
Writing posts for this blog reminds me of the days when I wrote letters. It fills a need to share myself with others, with the illusion that someone is on the other end reading.
Ultimately, who is this for? Is it for me, or for anyone out there who might be reading this? I think it's a little of both. The act of writing helps me to clarify my thoughts, and I also enjoy sharing what I'm thinking and doing with other people.
Maybe this truly is a soliloquy, and I'm only speaking to myself.
Even my best friend Ron says he doesn't have time to read blogs -- not even MY blog.
Writing posts for this blog reminds me of the days when I wrote letters. It fills a need to share myself with others, with the illusion that someone is on the other end reading.
Ultimately, who is this for? Is it for me, or for anyone out there who might be reading this? I think it's a little of both. The act of writing helps me to clarify my thoughts, and I also enjoy sharing what I'm thinking and doing with other people.
Maybe this truly is a soliloquy, and I'm only speaking to myself.
posted by Cassandra at 9:47 PM
2 Comments:
I'm reading your blog. I'm gonna read it. I didn't realize that you were so putting yourself out there with this project. I should have known better, really. You're not one to go off half-blogged!
Oh shoot. I was gonna blog this morning about how you're not reading my blog -- post a pic of you and everything. Rats! Now I'll have to come up with something else.
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