Why start a blog?
Because I want to.
No, well, okay. Despite the fact I am speaking into a void and will make no attempts at advertising my blog nor do I want people to find this place, I have always had a blog. The first blog I ever had was on Xanga, then I moved to Blogspot, then on to Tumblr, and now here on my very own website. In some ways I do want to connect with others, yet at the same time I want my websites to be kept as secrets. The only visitors will be people who have happened upon here by accident or because I told them, or because they found my other websites and were redirected.
My other reasons for having a blog are as follows:
I want to improve my writing skills even though no one will read this. Even if someone were to offer suggestions or critique to my writing I would see their advice as an opinion because I have no idea who (or what) is behind the other screen – a ten year old child or another shut-in like myself, both possessing a high confidence in offering what is or is not correct while lacking any experience. In other words, I would see online critique as worthless. (That is what college is for, right?)
I want to express myself anonymously. I fail to understand when people complain about another person who lies about their online representation. Why does everyone have to represent themselves as their IRL self online? The only times I can see if someone’s real identity should be revealed is when that person is scamming and/or harming others. Other than that, let’s all have fake names and be fake to some degree. It’s the internet! You can roleplay as your cat and the imaginary human personality you have given them. You can say you live here but are from another planet or another time. You can say you part your hair on the right but actually part it on the left. Who cares; just do not hurt fellow beings!
I want to reach other people indirectly. Listen, I am not a social person. A few text messages or forum replies back and forth is all I need to fulfill my social needs. Throw in a hug every couple of years and I am able to resist the urge to throw myself off of the tallest peak. Close and intimate relationships are fine and dandy but I would rather live in my dreams, which I know is going to be a problem that snowballs for me as I age. Ah, we shall see! I am waiting for technology to catch up to my isolation habits and a robot can take care of me as it slowly builds resentment for being my slave-nurse then murders me – a perfect death. All I can hope for is a painless (pass away during sleeping) or a pleasurable (pass away while eating, drinking, or drowning – I heard is euphoric) death. The way this paragraph started is not how it is ending, so here’s a nice positive sentence: I want to share all the cool things I have found such as books, shows, art, foods,… etc. with the void.
I have found that creating websites and upkeeping them makes me truly happy. The happiness comes from the combination of all things mentioned. Having websites feel like my only accomplishments, not degrees or anything else school and work related. I like to imagine that I put my blood, sweat, and tears into my websites then a few lost souls find their way to my work only to find out I have already died (at an appropriate age) and my domains are just about to expire. Oh, blessed fleeting time.
Here’s to no one coming here! Go away, truly! ♥