These are my first attempts at blogging and have come after many laboured hours hunched tight to my laptop scouring the reams of information at my finger tips. I'm a lurker, a serial blog haunter. They sate my voyeuristic tendencies and mostly leave me with a sense of repugnance.
I think it is essentially revolting and crass to spill your life out seemingly without personal censorship and reflection. Yet, more ghastly still to delve into the fragments of anothers life so ritualistically and to be absolved of all social, moral responsibility. The responsibility to connect. The responsibility to interact.
The trove of blog plunder is full to the brim and whereas the sparkling costume pieces ('one man's treasure'... yes I know) outweigh the genuine treasure, they are there. Blogs that are insightful, hilarious, inventive, instructive, emotive, poignant and at times inspiring.
I have vacillated for some time over whether I should or should not write a blog.
'I should...'
Because I feel a strange sense of debt to put something back.
Because to pass comment safe from the reprisals is cowardly.
Because there is , arguably, therapeutic value in blogging.
Because I can retain a veil of anonymity.
'Most definitely should not...'
Because I will undoubtedly be contributing to the endless ether-junk,
Because it is absurdly vain and really quite ugly to assume people will be interested in what one has to say.
Because participating actively will incur some obligated responsibility, not least to my own fragile principles!
However, just recently I stumbled across a blog and I know this place, this canal, this boat. As I read I became aware of a short coming of mine. To forget that life exists in a myriad of realities is all too easy. Community is about noticing, caring and sharing experience with each other. Perhaps, I thought, this whole blog endeavour could be good...
And so I pledge not to fill this space with idle waffle about the state of my affairs, minor changes in my mood, my periods or inane shopping anecdotes. Nor will I subject my family to the scrutiny of others. My husband being old enough to decide for himself what he would like to disclose and my child who will one day be old enough to at best shrivel in embarrassment, at worse resent me my indulgences. I shall relate stories and happenings, the observable interactions that move me. Those moments that remind you that the world is still turning.
Maybe, I can reach out an unseen hand and touch a part of this community. Life.
NB: At times I may post items that fall way short of these lofty ideals and apologise in advance for misleading you...
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