Do you blog?
For some people blogging is a central theme to their day. Blogging as a sub-culture has emerged from the depths of online living. I read a few blogs here and there but not many. In fact, I wouldn’t actually consider myself a “blogger” like some I have seen; you know the ones who take selfies with their French toast actually have the ability to write 750 words on why it relates the second coming of the messiah or something deeply philosophical. That’s a talent I just don’t have. Not that I couldn’t see myself becoming an obsessive overly-committed blogger if I don’t stay conscious; I have my addictive tendencies just like everyone else.
OK…I will admit to you that when something fun happens I no longer just think simply to myself;
“Oh…that was fun”.
No no… now fun involves a follow-up –
Take a picture…write a blog – a poem, a song…?? hunh?
“Oh..I have to post this!” God. I wonder what my grandmother would have thought about all this?
Sometimes we get so busy writing about our lives that we arent actually living them. When I grew up, life was lived in real-time. Oh brother…now I sound like my parents.
…when you had “issues”, big or small, they stayed at home! You didn’t post them or share them or even discusss them with someone who lived two blocks away, never mind the djembe player you met online three months ago who lives in Mali. Back in “the day” neighbours on either side of you were only privy to what they could hear from the yelling through slightly cracked open windows. But now, with the online culture we exist in, people clear across three continents know when you had a fight with your husband even before it has ended! Not so long ago, there was a sense of “minding our own business” and there were rules! The rules were expressly told to us and if we folowed them – everythign would be ok. I suppose this kind of living was comforting in one way but more likely it was incredibly isolating, lonely and inherently dishonest.
Online living is causing us to get all mixed up like a gigantic cultural soup. We are living and learning and exchanging some pretty intimate details about our lives and how we deal events of living like death, divorce, children, parents ,relationships, emotions, understanding. These issues cross al cultural boundaries and even history and bind us all together in commonality.
But are we so focused on giving the world that perfect image of us – that idyllic selfie – that we forget to tell the truth about who we are or how we are feeling?
Anyways…who tells the truth anymore? Are we busy trying to give the world our best face? And why should we even bother to blog? Isn’t constantly writing about yourself some weird form of narcissistic self-obsession?
Sherwin Nuland would disagree. He was a brilliant professor from Harvard that said “The more personally you write, the more universal your writing becomes”. That coupled with what I read by the Dalai lama yesterday that said something like there should be no difference between your personal life and your private life. That would be dishonest. Not that I believe that we should all be sharing our deepest inner craziness all day – but there is something very helpful in the honest relating of how we deal with life. Sometimes its just nice to hear that you’re not the only one going through the crazy shit we all go through.
Personally, I find it exceptionally difficult to come to the page when I am in the deepest depths of human misery. I have been pretty silent since my mother died especially once I realized that the people reading my blog weren’t just anonymous readers from lands far away, but more likely to be my family and friends. Grief is just not pretty. And all of that is so much easier to see in hindsight.
My conclusion – its better to keep talking out loud and sharing our stories- even if its only to yourself…a one woman blog? Whatever – share what you are experiencing. Life is hard enough – making what is hard useful which kind of takes the edge off it all.