I Used To Be A Blogger — Remember?
Funny? Nah. True? Sorta. Anyone care? Maybe just a little.
See, we’ve all got these little attachments and we all sort of check-in on each other from time to time, but the blogging world is so full of… public-icity or -osity or whatever it is that prevents a lot of us–including yours truly–from actually writing anything of substance.
When it was soooooo damn neat, and not everyone was doing it, it was kind of cool. You could almost make a name for yourself. Almost. You could be crass and brave and you could hide behind the name of your favorite cat or some other little name you made up or put together from your D&D days… or whatever.
But now, everyone watches. Google is a friend of anyone looking for a job, looking at potential employees, daters, debaters and new-name creators. High schoolers are now getting watched by their school systems to see if they’re violating any rules–that’s right, post one picture of you and a friend with a Bud Light can and now you’re off the squad/team/whatever. Write an entry about smoking pot and you could get in big trouble, mister/miss!
Companies have “blog policies” to protect themselves from you. Friends and families read and (mis)interpret to their hearts content–the only “real value” blogging happening is happening from celebrities (but not without potential repercussions, you can be certain), people who are deeply involved in a specific topic (ie Macromedia Flash or Texas Hold ‘Em) and then there’s those politicos and newspapery types and all that, but again… there’s always a chance of repercussions.
If you actually want to say what you truly feel and remain somewhat invulnerable, you have to say it…
To yourself.
You cannot write that you think your boss is a fucktard. Or your father did something to piss you off. Or that … whatever. You just cannot.
So what can you write about?
Right.
May 29th, 2006 at 9:10 am
I know. I’ve been struggling with this lately.
My only saving graces so far are:
1) I work for myself
2) Rose isn’t my given name
3) I’m on Blogspot so the domain can’t be traced back to me.
4) Only like 2 people in my “real life” know about my blog, not even my family knows.
But there’s still lots of things I don’t write about.
May 31st, 2006 at 10:25 am
Cats. Get a couple of cats, and you can write about them