Wednesday, October 12, 2005

I Blog, therefore I am.

Exactly. It's a placeholder in life. A sign the ego carries that says, "This is me." A way to be noticed, accepted, to matter.

Some will say if that's all you've got to matter, you're a sad case. But that's not quite what I mean. I mean for your opinion or vibe or personality to score a resonance with another person. In today's world of distraction and hurry, a simple blog page may be one of the most intimate of encounters. Sad, isn't it?

I will write things I won't say. It'd be awkward to just launch into most of the subjects of a blog to strangers or even co-workers. A Blog digs deeper. Or can. A blog is a stream of disconnected musings. Conversation doesn't work that way.

I find writing quite different than speaking too. I think I profit from the time it takes to type - thoughts come out better. I find better words. I write with a rhythm and confidence that I don't find in most conversations. I have noticed that in conversation my language - word choice, sentence structure - changes depending on whose ear I have. If intimidated my IQ drops 30 points. If comfortable it runs full tilt.

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