It’s a very strange thing, keeping a blog. Very strange.
Here I am, posting my life on the internet for all and sundry to read about. I’ve never been a very public person, or one to talk about my life or complain about things to people outside my family and very select few friends. Yet keeping this blog is one of the most enjoyable things I do. Isn’t the internet strange?
What is even more strange, however, is what blogging does to relationships.
I post my life on here. Everyone who reads this blog knows me. They know what I like to do, where I like to be, what I believe in (or don’t), what my worldview is and what things bring me down or build me up. They know what I’m feeling, what I’m doing. They know me.
But I know absolutely nothing about them, in many cases.
It’s like a one-way friendship. So many people consider themselves friends with me, because they know me (or at least the me that presents herself on my blog). But I don’t consider myself friends with very many people at all. Some of you who read this blog I know nothing at all about. I also have no idea how you even found my blog. Which is not a problem, it’s just somewhat fascinating to me. *grins* What is even more fascinating is that you stick around and actually keep reading my posts. XD I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.
(…Ok I’m sorry I just had to say it. *hides in TARDIS from Doctor Who fans who I have just reduced to shivering blobs of weeping jello*)
Another strange thing about blogging is the fact that I used to be friends with some of my readers. We kept in contact very regularly. I knew all about them, and they knew all about me, and it was a lovely two-way friendship. Then I got a blog, and my friends graduated, and I graduated, and we dropped contact…but they still read this. I haven’t spoken to them in years, but they still read my blog. They still consider us friends, because they still know me, but to me they may as well be strangers because we’ve not actually spoken in a very long time.
I have decided the internet isn’t a good place for friendships to happen.
But sometimes it’s the only place, and better the strange anti-permanence, the constant contact dropped to nothing, and the reality of probably never meeting than no friends at all.
I still haven’t decided on that point yet.
Get back to me in a few years and I may have an answer.
And on that note, I love all my readers (yes, you guys) and even if I don’t actually know you I’m honored that you consider me a friend, and comment on my blog, and generally be awesome. Thanks. You make blogging more fun. I like you.
*pats readers on head and hands out Christmas cookies*