This blogging business

Recently my darling friend Anna has introduced me to this wonderful world of images, blogs, and general internet loveliness. http://weheartit.com/ is just one source of inspiring little photos and quotes, that, ironically leave me glued to my computer screen, rather than getting out and pursuing that boundless, honest and love-filled life that they all extol. Blogging seems to offer an anonymous vent for teenage angst, teenage girls embroiled in stories of unrequited love, and, to some extent, even an alternative reality. You see their photos of idyllic, sepia-toned loving, edited with little love quotes, and wonder if these are just the product of adolescent melodrama.
But, at the same time, every now and again, one will tweak on a heart-string, and, let's be honest, none of us are immune to the pangs of love, life and the occasional roller-coaster of emotions.


So, utter hypocrite that I am, I am here adding to the plethora of emotional outpouring that has proliferated throughout the world wide web. Quite probably, as have all my attempts at writing diaries in the past, my enthusiasm will fritter away, until just a couple of posts get lost somewhere in the vast expanse of cyber space, a forgotten url that may be stumbled upon by someone, somewhere, sometime. Most likely, this 'blogging thing' will turn into yet another exercise in procrastination- from assignments or various other more rewarding tasks.


What I find particularly interesting, is that, the internet simultaneously offers a contradictory sense of anonymity and recognition. When you write to your blog, there's an overwhelming sense that, because you're writing to no one in particular, you can write anything at all. The constricting bounds of conversational appropriateness are lost, and you can share thoughts, emotions and fears because you know that anyone could be reading them, or perhaps rather, no one at all. At the same time, the internet age is a time when we all need to be vigilant. A blog is like a diary that we can't try and hide, can't avoid being read. Details of drunken debauchery can always be uncovered by a google search by a potential employer and intimate revelations can be exposed to the entire world.We all engage in the odd casual facebook stalk, and as much as we love to emphasise the word 'casual', it's always with some sort of agenda- to find out who's got fat or pregnant since high school, to find out whether the girl who's been posting on your boyfriend's page really is competition... You know the drill.


So I'll end my rant here, but I hope this blog of mine comes to some use.  Most certainly it will never amount to anything short of a favourite quote bringing a smile to someone's day, or providing some sort of therapeutic relief when my life turns tumultous. Indeed, I read just the other day, in regards to blogging, "never before have so many written so much, to so few."