Think of all the people blogging…
Sunday, January 30th, 2005…right this minute. What a phenomenon this whole blogging business is! Everyone building their own little soapboxes from which to shout “I matter!”
We want to believe we are unique, and the blog-sphere is our forum to prove it. As this (2002!) article suggests, much of what motivates us may well be the drive to differentiate ourselves and assert that our thoughts are valuable pearls to heed.
This is true enough, I suppose, when reading what people I know are doing. They’re my friends, and I can put their writing in context. What wonderful lives they lead!
Play the blog game, though, and things are different. There is a voyeuristic thrill in reading the daily thoughts of complete strangers and seeing them mug for the camera, a thrill only heightened by the narrative one enters in medias res, piecing together the author’s life from earlier and earlier entries.
From time to time the picture that comes across speaks of a person who is engaged and interesting, a person who would make a lively conversation partner. These are usually the people whose writing is very purposeful, with each carefully-written entry focused on a particular idea that advances the theme of the blog or illuminates one aspect of their existence.
Most bloggers, though, just seem to run together after a while. The party pics, the whining about the co-workers, the extremely EXCITED!!! messages to the inner circle: to a reader half a globe away, these shadows all start to look like an undifferentiated crowd of petty people caught up in their own little worlds.
Maybe the hard truth is that what makes us interesting is borne of familiarity: to strangers we are much duller than it would be painless to admit, and crowds don’t wait with bated breath to read our latest thought.
This power to instantaneously share our stream of consciousness is blogging’s glitter as well as its weakness. Is my every thought clearly articulated and always insightful? The pressure to always write and update is there, though, and what few thoughts are running through my head need to be typed up, quickly, now, so that my blog will fresh. Lost is the time for deliberation, for outlines and revision, for the whole writing process taught in school. It’s my fifteen seconds of fame, even if I have nothing to say.
Next blog.
