Of course it's only natural that since I have a paper to be written this fine evening, I cannot manage to the summon the self discipline necessary to fill one pathetic little page of thoughts on a book for one of the many lit classes. But I plenty of absurd thoughts bouncing around in this little head of mine to fill up at least one useless post. So if you're looking for something sensible, maybe you should just quit now.
Anywho, today I checked up on my ever faithful google analytics page and found out, much to my surprise, that people are still actually reading this. I have no idea why you still are, but I'd love to be enlightened if you have a good reason. Anonymous comments are always welcome! So, with this in mind, I began wondering about why we blog and why we read anything at all. I came up with a few ideas, but I can't claim that it applies to anything I write, so don't make any assumptions. Here's what I came up with:
As humans, we are all wandering through our existence with a weak grip on reality and an even weaker grip on who we are as individuals. It's not that we don't believe in God, or fate, or hope, or anything like that, it's just that sometimes, it's easier to believe in anything other than yourself. Because of this, we are constantly seeking to validate ourselves through other people. Most of the time we do this superficially. We try to gain the approval of society through outward manifestations like clothing, language, and other appearances. But most of the time we're too afraid to let our guard down, too afraid that if we act the way we truly think and feel, we will be rejected. Then, we have the blog. Blogs are a little like windows. We read them to see inside a person, but they can't see us as we watch (that is unless you have google analytics lol). We find little pieces of who we are strewn across the words typed up and sent out into cyberspace for us to find. We find comfort in the fact that we're not alone in being misfits. But really, if we all took a step back and stopped pretending so much, we'd find that we're all doing the exact same thing. We're all peeking into one another's windows and seeing the same thing we try to hide behind our own curtains. We are all misfits, and that's okay.