Periodically I get contemplative… the 12 minutes I have to cram hours of thought (before and after now) will most likely prove inadequate; however, something is better than nothing, and something (even small) will trigger the memory/emotion I am trying to capture…
I blog. I write. I share. And I publish. For whom?
I read my vast blog consisting of two entries today and had a surprisingly depressing epiphany. I have (0) comments on both of my entries.! Nobody in all cyberspace has stumbled upon my rantings and found them worthy of a comment, of 20 seconds of their data-transfer-rate-monopolized time. Sure, I know that it’s not unreasonable to have NO comments (or readers for that matter) on such a new, pointless, uninteresting series of bytes on a monitor. My point is not that I feel bad b/c nobody reads my blog. No-one knows about it… I was stricken by the amount of loneliness triggered by the revelation that though I write as if to an audience of thousands, I know in my not-so-subconscious mind that nobody is listening. Why do I care?... Truly? I don’t. I Blog. I write. I share. And I publish. For whom? For me. By blogging regularly I can see at least a few benefits to my immediate and long term well being. With 2 minutes left I’ll attempt to use record breaking articulation and brevity:
By blogging I:
1) Express Feelings Clearly.
2) Improve my writing skills.
3) Build a wittier vocabulary… non-witty writing is boring and even more pointless than this is now.
4) Build a blog that may prove entertaining to someone, somewhere, someday, when I’m somewhat famous.
5) Document a fraction of my thoughts and happenings.
6) … I feel like I’m contributing to the phenomenon of the web.
So why loneliness? Of all emotions…why this? Why not jubilation for the privacy I have maintained on my thoughts? Why not anger toward all the unknowingly and unintentionally unappreciative people that so vehemently ignore me? Why not apathy? That would be a nice change of pace… Apathy is an unaffordable luxury for anyone who wants to do anything valuable in this world… So I choose loneliness (against my will of course).
Till next time…self – I know where you sleep and I’m gonna get you…
1 comments:
I have read...I have been moved...and now I cannot help but respond. Please do not think that I'm choosing this particular blog above all the others, it was selected to be the vessel in which I responded to your collective blogs and by divine guidance I drew lots and found this to be the specific blog I would respond to. Since I discovered that no one had responded to such brilliantly articulated blogs, I haven't been able to sleep at night. After a period of time where I visited all the carnal emotions that such a discovery would bring on (i.e, denial, sympathy, rage, button-phobias, etc), I realized I needed to act and I am only commenting now for two reasons: Number one to correct the outrage of blogs gone unappreciated and number B, to let you know I have been working on a electronic pimp slap device that I can hide in a virus and delivery to the world (minus you) in order to seek justice on your behalf.
Anonymously Yours,
John Lovell
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