Piece of Mind

In my not so humble opinion, blogs are the second most significant invention in the history of mankind, after sliced bread.

When I first started blogging about 5 years ago (?), it was very different. It felt like an obligation. To readers. To “trends” (it was a trendy thing to do at that time, when everyone had Xanga, instead of Facebook).

I tried hard to be interesting, to not bore my readers to death, to have “something” to write. It wasn’t for myself. It was for “readers”. As if my blog really had any significance to anyone else.

Ended up writing about the weather every other day, and about how I have nothing to say the rest of the time, and things I pretended to care about, pretending to sound thoughtful or profound by copying and pasting quotes from nowhere. Then I pretended to be interested in some people’s blogs and leave comments hoping they will do the same because number of comments was a measure of personal worth, like how number of Facebook friends is now.

I’m not sure how I survived through that, but those were the dark days. That’s not the kind of blogging I am talking about.

As you can clearly see from this post, I have given up on trying to be interesting a long time ago (are you STILL reading?! =P). And obviously, my writing hasn’t improved one bit over the last few years.

It feels so much better. Now that I can write about what I really care about, and not worry about what people think (don’t count the number of “about”s in this sentence!). It almost feels like an extension of my consciousness (no, this is not an attempt to sound profound. Just a display of my confusion).

I don’t even proof-read my posts anymore.

I always feel a lot better when I put things down on paper (err. keyboard). Happy things, sad things, ugly things. Whether people read it doesn’t really matter.

And I just lied. If whether people read it or not doesn’t really matter, I could just write in a diary or something.

It does matter. It’s the feeling of sharing that brings relief and happiness. Knowing that someone somewhere on the internet is reading this post makes writing it so much more interesting.

And I know a few of my friends DO read my blog, instead of doing a million more interesting things they could be doing. And I would love to say I don’t care since that sounds so much cooler. But I do. I do get excited when I find out people read my blog.

So thank you . You have changed me. A little part of me is made out of you (how right does that sound?).

If you have never tried blogging, try it some time! (and remember to link me) It’s a whole new world.

Smoking marijuana would give you similar experience, but blogging is legal almost everywhere, not just in BC . Equally addictive, though.

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