I’ve mentioned on more than one occasion that I blog for my own amusement and for my own records. I like the idea of having a little intangible corner in cyberspace where I can document and store all my thoughts, reflections, ideas, rants, ruminations, experiences, frustrations and life lessons into little boxes called posts, so that I can re-visit them at any time to either recall certain events or to see how I’ve changed or how my views on certain things have changed over time. I find it thoroughly amusing and fascinating… a way of monitoring my own emotional and psychological growth.
When I write, I write to myself. If I had a diary, this would be it. It’s my online journal and a part of me doesn't believe that anyone reads all the crap I put on here, despite the followers and comments and emails, primarily because I have no physical contact with anyone. And it’s great for me because it makes me feel liberated and free to be uninhibited, unreserved, candid and honest to the point where I can write and say what I like or whatever is on my mind without worrying about hurting or offending anyone.
Then sometimes, on the odd occasion, I’ll have a face-to-face encounter with an acquaintance, or one of my neighbours, or a friend of a friend or one of my sister’s friends and they’ll announce to the entire room “oh I read your blog” and I’ll cringe instantly and think of 500 ways to DIE gracefully before rummaging through my brain, trying to remember if I’ve said anything incriminating or blogged about anything that might be construed as insulting or offensive.
And hence the private blog was born, a haven for those really personal thoughts and experiences without the fear of Aunty Fatima down the road coming across sensitive information while browsing the net for a new cake recipe.
Some writers and bloggers have two distinct voices… the voice with which they converse in face-to-face scenarios, and the voice in which they write. Most times, these two voices may have different vocabularies, tones and syntaxes in that the way the author writes or comes across in his/her blog is not the way they communicate in person.
And then you’ll find people like me, who write and converse in exactly the same manner, albeit in different tones. There’ve been many times where the tone of this blog has been aggressive, opinionated, frustrated or angry (usually when I’m pissed off about something or someone). In the real world, I’m quite the opposite… calm, mellow, permanently amused (unless I’m pissed off), but I still converse in the same voice that I write with. So as you read these words… assuming that someone out there reads this blog… this is exactly how I’d communicate and converse with you if you were standing next to me.
This online journal is officially 2 years and 1 week old today… not that I really care about such things, I just never thought that I’d be rambling off for two years straight. But then again, I’ve always had too much to say and in many ways, I’ve always been a blogger.
It started off on paper, when the Internet was still baby, silent and content with its pacifier, crawling its way through the USA. The World Wide Web was unheard of as I wrote mini novels in the English class, feeding my escapology. I continued to write after school… there were letters and notes and unofficial diary entries with thoughts, musings, ramblings, ideas. Access to the Internet at University meant that many an hour was spent on message boards either writing or commenting anonymously or under an alias. And it’s progressed since then graduating from comments and emails, to this blog...