On my way
back from Long Island yesterday my nephew and I were discussing Facebook
etiquette. He was adamant in his belief
that personal messages should not be posted on the walls of friends; they
should be sent as personal messages, or texts, or even emails. “There is absolutely no reason why the world
needs to know my personal business.” I
agree with him, though I’m sure it raises the question, then why do I blog?
The big
issues in my life, the ones that keep me up at night, I don’t write about. And while yes, I do write about my anxiety and
frustration in not finding employment, the depths of those feelings are barely
explored. So while it appears I write
about everything and nothing, I skip those things with the most meaning. The biggest hurts. The
unaddressed fears. The truly personal.
I also
don’t think my life is particularly interesting, though I like to think I
am. But I believe that of everyone. With few exceptions, I bet an interview by
Barbara Walters with any random person would result in a portrait of someone
worth learning about. It is the
accumulation of the mundane that collectively describes most of us. Peeking into someone else’s life may help us better
understand our own.
But I
certainly don’t write because I think my perspective on life is going to have
an impact on anyone else. No, I
primarily write because I like to. I
began keeping a diary when I was about eight, and I’ve never been able to quit
the habit.
There are
also a few other reasons why I write:
It adds some discipline to an
otherwise undisciplined life.
It sometimes forces me to do things
I wouldn’t ordinarily do, just so I can write about them.
I love knowing I’ve connected with
someone else, sometimes even strangers.
It’s a nice way to keep my
long-distance friends (or people I don’t talk to regularly) up-to-date with
what I’m doing, thinking, buying, considering.
And finally, it allows
people to know how my relationships are going with Time Warner. Or Bergdorf’s. Or Con Edison. Or any faceless third party who influences me more
than I'd like to admit.
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