For the love of words #7
Some inspiration for Freewrite February.
“We feel that to reveal embarrassing or private things, we have given someone something, that, like a primitive person fearing that a photographer will steal his soul, we identify our secrets, our past and their blotches, with our identity, that revealing our habits or losses or deeds somehow makes one less of oneself. ”
~Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius)
Why do I blog? I find myself asking this question about once a fortnight. It pops up in my head like the bubbles in my dirty dishwater – the place where I sort out many of life’s conundrums. Sometimes I can answer it with a solid reason. But, most of the time I still wonder. What draws me to this platform, really? I probably share 5% of my life here, but the stuff I share can be pretty embarrassing. And yet, it’s what is real. I cannot pretend. If I did, I might as well toss it into a fantasy novel and make some money. But here I am, typing away, in one corner of the echoey chamber we call the internet. And then, every once in a while, a friend, old or new, finds my ramblings and tells me: “I loved your post about (insert any post where I’ve revealed an embarrassing detail about myself).” Then we laugh, we relate, we feel bonded and that’s it. We know someone out there feels the same way and we try better as moms, wives, friends, whatever.
So do I blog for validation? Maybe. I blog for fun, for communication, for a family record, for an outlet, for writing exercises …….. I don’t know. The question will still float above my kitchen sink and I’ll blow it off in another two weeks. In the mean time, I will continue to reveal embarrassing and private details and I can thank Mr. Eggers for reminding me that it’s really not that big of a deal.
I’ve asked this question before, but I’ll ask it again, why do you blog?
***image credit: Kristina B. on flickr.com