Recently a friend mentioned that posting to his blog felt like he was talking to no one. That’s true enough. I think many of us bloggers are the modern day equivalent of the person wandering the street who randomly bursts out with their concerns about communists taking over or are so angry about some past wrong done to them that they yell loudly in public “No I will not forgive you Aunt Margaret!” We tend to just look away.
Humans are hard-wired to communicate and a blog is a fine modern day soapbox. I mean, how self referential is writing a blog post about blogs?
But most of the time, sitting here posting odd-bits of information or using it to talk about myself, I wonder why exactly I do this.
Am I convinced that what I am doing is Very Important Work? Nope.
Do I just have so much free-time that I need to fill it with writing posts? Nope. Maybe I just like sitting up late and typing. Possible. It also lets me put off Real Work that presents difficult obstacles that test my confidence. But isn’t blogging a slightly better use of my time than watching TV?
I don’t know the meaning of life or what exactly is in a McDonalds hamburger either. I guess I am willing to live with some unknowns. Or I am too scared to find an answer.
