HEART ON A SLEEVE
Dear Lord am I tired! I should stop posting before I go to bed. Anyways, here goes… as some of you know, I read a blog written by this girl Devon. In her latest post, she wishes that she “could just post the contents of [her] heart onto [her] blog without knowing that people would judge [her]”.
That’s quite an admirable wish, but also something that will never come true. A blog is a wonderful thing. Just about anyone in the world now can write up any little thought they have and put it on the Internet. It can be read by ten people or ten thousand people. I can wonder if anyone else finds the host of While You Were Out hot. Instead of asking one person at a time that question, I can post it on my blog once and have it read many times over.
Writing to a blog can be a very cathartic experience. Much like talking about something will make you feel better, writing about it can do the same thing.
The one thing that bloggers must realize though, is that a blog is not a diary. You may treat it as such, but that’s like making every thought and feeling you put in your diary available to anyone with Internet access.
I can understand how some people would want to write so-and-so did this and it made me feel bad, or I am so in love with so-and-so, but there’s a time and a place for that. I’m not so sure a blog is a good place for that though. At least not for Devon. The problem I see is that her blog is very popular and is read by lots of people. I believe beyond a certain number of people, a blog reaches a critical mass. You just can’t be posting every personal detail of your life after that.
I remember when I first started, no one and I mean no one gave a rat’s ass about my blog. I could have written anything and only my good friend Joanna would have had the chance to read it. Now though, I have people regularly reading this and I have no clue who the hell they are, where they’re from, and how they found me in the first place.
I don’t put every little thought or worry I have in my blog. First, it’d be boring and second, some things just aren’t made for going into a blog. A blog is not a diary.
In many ways, I treat my blog like a sit-com. What are the most entertaining moments or thoughts in my life? That’s what goes into my blog. I may stray here or there once in a while, but for the most part, I’m writing to entertain. I keep some semblance of privacy, but I still get to post a few of my thoughts.
If Devon wants to post about all of her feelings and thoughts, she certainly can, but there’s no way that’s going to happen without repercussions. It’s akin to letting anyone on the Internet read your mind!
I must admit though, I like the candid nature of her posts. If I got pierced “down there”, would I have the cojones to tell the world? I wonder…
Will Devon continue to be as candid? I guess we’ll have to keep on reading.