The scariest thing about blogging is that other people read it. Other people you usually know, that probably could draw a picture of you in their heads and even the most NOT detail-oriented person could spit out three or four words that would describe you. A blog, I believe, has the ability to change that picture; enhance it, color it, taint it, distort it, or simply erase it completely. And yet, so many people write blogs - myself included- even at that great risk... Why?
I think some people write blogs or have blogs as a form of expression, an outlet, to be an individual. Some people might do it just to get famous. Some people do it to make money.
After a long time of being very honest to myself, I have come to the conclusion that
I write blogs because I want people to read it. Which means, that I manipulate the system to keep that picture all of you draw of me, as close as possible to the picture I have drawn of myself inside of your heads.
When I came to this realization of my real motive for blogging, I was pretty disappointed and disgusted at myself, because I have always grown up with a strength in not caring what anyone thought of me...my fashion, my aura, my talk, my walk, I was miss independent, and I didn't give a dime or two pennies even, what you thought. BUT
Blogging has reminded me, I am human. And I do care.
And it's very weird.
