Well, here I am again. It's been awhile since I've consistently blogged (unless you count weekly op-ed columns "blogging"), and I can't say I'm particularly pleased that I'm starting again. Of course, it's not as if someone is forcing me to start blogging again. Instead, though, my misgivings stem from the fact that there seems to be a distinctly negative correlation between how happy I am and how often I write. In other words, if blogging is mostly a cathartic activity for me, then my desire to begin again indicates that I actually have something to catharse (which is not a word, but should be).
Of course, mulling drearily over my life isn't the only reason I write. I actually discovered, while I was writing some of my final papers for the semester, that I had missed it. I love language and expression, and I suppose I'm fairly good at it. I suppose it makes sense that I go ahead and do it more often.
And the list of reasons goes on. It's good practice. It helps me get my thoughts in order. It forces me to take them seriously when I put them in a "public" forum and have to face potential consequences for the ensuing effects they'll have on the way others see me. It's a good record of my development and growth as an individual. etcetera, etcetera
There are reasons to avoid it, too. I'm verbose to an often unfortunate degree, making reading what I've written something akin to a chore. There's an inherent narcissism associated with the practice of blogging (just as there is with most of Web 2.0), for there's the presumption that someone actually wants to take the time to read about your life and reflect accordingly. And it's time consuming, although, given the ways I normally use my time, that's not exactly something I have to worry about.
But I'm going to give it a shot. Again.
I have some concerns about keeping this blog public. I've had problems with it in the past (to be recounted at a later point), prompting my switch to livejournal after freshman year, but, what the hell; we'll call it living dangerously. If someone's interested enough to devour my walls of text searching for blackmailable secrets and revelations, they're a better researcher than I'll ever be.
So here we go. Again. Don't say I didn't warn me.
I have some concerns about keeping this blog public. I've had problems with it in the past (to be recounted at a later point), prompting my switch to livejournal after freshman year, but, what the hell; we'll call it living dangerously. If someone's interested enough to devour my walls of text searching for blackmailable secrets and revelations, they're a better researcher than I'll ever be.
So here we go. Again. Don't say I didn't warn me.
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