The first time someone said ‘blog’ to me, I didn’t roll my eyes. On the outside. She wouldn’t tell me anything was going on in her life. She would hint that if I went to her blog http://www.blahblahblah.blahgspot.com, I could find out all the cute stuff her kids did. In thirty minutes or so of conversation, I thought I would vomit.
The next time someone said blog to me, they were recommending I get my own. Much like when friends suggested I should write, I felt like she might be inviting me to blog it, so she didn’t have to listen to it.
I came to blogging because I was going through a life experience in which many people share their journey for the encouragement of others. I found out while there, that I loved blogging for it’s own sake and my “journey” was not textbook enough. In fact, I didn’t belong with those niche bloggers at all. Though some of them became great friends, I think some of them are
jerks full of beans.
This time, I am going anonymous. Maybe I am married or single. Maybe I am a breast cancer survivor or an airline pilot. Maybe I am in my 20s or 30s, 40s or 50s. I want to believe my real blog friends will know it is me.
My husband’s co-worker recently said, “Only morons blog.” Now, because I am anonymous, I can say, “Thanks for the respect. Very politically correct. Who else would you call a moron? A mom? A cancer patient? An artist? A chef? A farmer? A teacher, for Heaven’s sake?” That is like saying, “Only morons do anything I don’t do.”
Should I want your life?