So my eldest sister was just giving me a hard time about not blogging enough...which I think is funny since she didn't even know my blog existed until....yesterday. Well, truth be told, I don't blog enough. But why do I blog at all? Why does anyone blog? If my sister(s) actually read my blog then there is a good reason for me to continue them, especially for Monica since I rarely take the time to call or e-mail her. If I randomly come and re-read old blogs I can get a good laugh a lot of times and remember things I otherwise wouldn't, like trying to boycott the CW to no avail. I think in the long run, blogging is more about the blogger than the reader, especially a blog on my level. Chances are that 90% of the time, I am my only reader. On polls I am my only voter. Blogging is a like a clever invention to make hermits and agoraphobics feel as though they are somehow getting out in the world in some way, but they aren't getting out at all, because unless bloggers really make an effort to get people to read their blog the public couldn't care less what is being written. I'm sure though that if I said things raising an eyebrow to National Security that I would get a few more hits on my blog, but it would be ludicrous to joke about that.
Here's to you Monica, leave me a comment or something, make me feel as though my blog is appreciated and is more than a juiced-up diary hosted on the internet so that if my computer crashes I will still have these precious memories. Also, tell me the word I'm looking for to replace juiced-up, it's a more specific and appropriate word for the situation and I'm sure you could come up with it quicker than me.
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