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First there was innocent cypress, the name chosen on a poem that I think is very silly now. For almost eleven months, I used to address the blog itself as "you". until recently, commenting was not a very important part of blogging for me. I merely used it as a diary... for a larger, and mostly anonymous audience. The intention was simple: an online journal of my activities. That's how, for a few days, I was blogging about what I had for breakfast. Thankfully, that has ceased now. I now blog somewhat more meaningful blogs.
I think blogging is the ultimate form of introspection. You get to write a review of your day, every day, and I for one believe, that this helps in making one a better person. When you interact with others blogs, you actually learn from the expirience of others. Some people think that blogging is for people with no lives who are living it through the net. They cannot be more wrong, by blogging you are actually milking out more life than what nature allots. There was initially no medium where mundane little things that happen to normal people found expression for a large audience. Blogging came along and satisfied this need perfectly. It also creates a shield between the blogger and the reader, it is not as personal as having a face to face talk. There is no care for any consequences that could occur for being truthful. You are laid bare, but you do not feel vulnerable.
Which, is a very special feeling.
1 comment:
many many happy writtens of the day. writing a blog has definitely put some perspective in my life...though reading other blogs has helped me more. I see I'm not the only lonely person, that people other than me like the things I like, all said and done for the first time I'm using the Internet with any beneficial purpose.
I used to keep a diary when I was younger, my only reason for doing so was my sister had one...but now I blog just to keep a journal on the stuff i do, maybe later in life I can look back and say man I did some pretty idiotic stuff in my day..and feel proud of myself.
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