Hm. . .
I want to write an entry right now, but I don't know what to say. Actually, that's a lie. I have something to say, but I can't decide if it's being too personal. I mean, I pride myself on telling the truth in my blogs, and I do- but there is that barrier, that line between what I would write for everyone to see, and what I should keep to my personal, physical journals.
Well, I think I'll attempt it- but I'm going to be as vague as I possibly can. No specifics, no names.
It's actually about blogging itself, and people I know who participate in it. For me, blogging is a way to vent, to let my thoughts and feelings escape somewhere, if not in conversation to an actual living person... who can respond... then to an inanimate object that has no choice but to listen, and record.
Now, it seems it's turned into something bigger, something more relevant. It's now changed from just a personal hobby of mine, to a looking glass into other people's lives. A window into their feelings and hardships, outlooks and well.. things I never would have known if it weren't for their mutual habit of making sense of it, typing it all out and publishing it for me, and anyone else who is interested, to see.
The only difference it seems, between their posts and my posts, is they let everything out. One of them even writes entries as if they were talking to a certain person in their life and even names that person. This someone, is a lot more thoughtful and grounded then I ever could have imagined. Their blog is making me see them in a completely different light... their blog is making them more relatable and familiar to me.
Things I never would have known- and possibly shouldn't know- I do now.
It's funny- we see people in our everyday lives, doing everyday things, having everyday small talk with other everyday people- but we never really stop and think what it could be like for them... how things have played out in their lives- let alone, what their thinking. People who are weird, or maybe just the quiet ones who you don't really question, but just accept that their that way and don't think that there could be more to it than that.
Much, much more.
To have accessed such a thing that gives me this insight is (like I said before) crazy.
So, to those who feel hurt, rejected, happy, sad, unimaginative, embarrassed, inspired, curious, depressed, misunderstood- or even all of that all rolled into one- perhaps, you should join the blogging community.
And perhaps, you should discover that you're not alone.