|My friend, Don the blogger|
My friend Don V's blog subject this morning was "Why I Blog." What he said is exactly why I blog. I've posted on this subject before but I think it bears repeating again.
I blog because I feel a deep visceral need to share my life experience with others. Those 'others' may or may not be interested in this one individual. That isn't as important to me as is the fact that I have to get down in writing my experience in this one life I have. I blog as much for myself as I do for those who read my blog. Blogging for me is therapy. I've never been to a therapist in my life nor do I intend to ever cross that threshold. All I know is that once I blog (write), I feel cleansed and refreshed and ready to start a new day.
Many years ago when I was a teenager I had this same need to 'get my story' out. That was when I discovered the Pen Pal world. I put my name in one of the teenaged fan magazines of the day called Dig. I was so thrilled when my picture appeared in that magazine with my profile requesting pen pals. I was inundated with letters! I loved it! At one time I had over sixty pen pals for around the world. Every day I would rush home from school to see what letters had arrived for me from my pen pals.
|The way we used to communicate - Snail Mail|
I always got a thrill when I received those letters. I would find a special place to sit down and open my letters and read about what my pen pal did that day. Most of my pen pals were teenage girls. That didn't matter to me. They were my friends. I had a few male pen pals. None of them were gay. At least I didn't know that they were gay if they were. Remember, this was back in the Fifties when the word gay meant that you were having a good time. Gays back then didn't have a good time. They were breaking the law. Back then they were called 'queers' or worse. It would have been cool to have a gay pen pal but I was happy with my many teenage girl pen pals. They were my friends and I was their friends.
When I joined the Army I dropped most of my pen pals. I probably outgrew them. In the Army I made a whole new set of friends. I was still in the writing mode and I kept in touch with my new friends when they transferred to another post. Over the years I kept in touch with them by mail. Eventually, one by one, the letter writing dropped off.
Thus for a long period of time I did no letter writing. I only shared my life within my small circle of friends and my partner, Bill. Thus when blogging came to the fore, I picked up on it immediately. Blogging is so much more fun. I can be inventive, I can spill out in real time exactly how I feel, and I can meet new friends. I also am a very nosy person and I enjoy reading about other's lives. And that is the real secret behind blogging. It has to be a two way street to be enjoyable.
Now I would be less than honest if I told you I enjoy all bloggers. I don't. Some of the blogs I read are so off the wall they don't make any sense to me at all. Some other blogs, especially the gay ones, are all about some frustrated middle aged man just discovering he's gay and his writings are about that struggle. I have to admit that I am interested in reading about them coming to terms with their sexual identity by trying to have it both ways-the family, kids, wife and their longing for male sexual contact. To me this is better than any reality show on Bravo.
Some other blogs are nothing more than advertisements. I don't have anytime for them at all. The blogs that I do enjoy are the ones written from the heart. The honest blogs. No matter what the subject. One of my blogger friends writes about his family and adopted kids accompanied by his beautifully taken pictures. Another one of my favorite bloggers doesn't blog that often but when he does, it is a pictorial history (taken by his cell phone camera) of his family's activities during the week in the Delmarva peninsula. He calls his blog "The Sunday Post." I always feel good after reading (and seeing his pictures) his always interesting blog.
I've encouraged three of my friends to begin blogging and they have done so with gusto. I knew they were blogger candidates because they lead such interesting lives and they're good writers. I feel proud that I am responsible for their quality addition to the blogosphere. I never miss reading their blogs. I feel like they're my children.
So there you go, another retelling of the story of why I blog. Blogging makes me feel complete and I get to make new friends to boot. It's all good.