Once, a couple years ago, I randomly looked at a bunch of blogs on blogspot. I wanted to get a feel for what people were writing about. It was interesting, because people were writing about everything, but mostly about themselves. In the isolation of post-modernism, we're all looking for a way to communicate. Each blog was a person trying to make sense of a self and trying to tell someone, anyone, about that self. Well, not every blog. One was a site encouraging people to go to church naked. Still, that's communication! What better way to strip off the pretensions of life?
I guess a need for communication is why I blog. I'm afraid I'm becoming more post-modern every day, and blogging is a way to have a touchstone of embarrassing sentimentalism. The thing is, I love honesty. I want to know about how people are deep down. And I want to tell people about me. Sometimes I think I share too much with people, whether in print or in person. I like to explore the little everyday details that make up a life. I may have shared too much about those details when I wrote an essay in undergrad about going shopping for a new bra. Looking back, I think the class may have felt awkward when I read it aloud.
That's the problem with honesty: someone usually feels uncomfortable. But I'm sick of the boredom of being polite. So I will continue to post embarrassing personal and/or sentimental slush on this blog. Try not to feel uncomfortable.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
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