The journey Michael Henry dramatized here is really not that uncommon. I, for one was one of the people who got into blogging because of a man. Oh yeah. Blogging was the way I was able to talk to a boy who drove me crazy a few years back. He blogged and I followed suit first to share my feelings with him and then to get him out of my system. Action and reaction. Life. Always fun.
Blogging was a transition from journaling and I've had several blogs over the years. This, by the way, is the latest incarnation of my thoughts online. Oh, yes, I also kept a diary as a teen. With a lock and key and the whole nine yards. Wish I would have kept it, but it got lost when I went to college. I imagine that if someone finds it, they'll get an eyeful with the descriptions of the men I met back then. I even gave them a rank. Oh, those were the days.
But yes, blogging. I really like blogging. I guess it's like knitting for Walter or Glamping for Maddie. Or being a professional curdmungeon for Lurkie: it helps us relax and it gives us some sorely needed 'me' time, especially during these times when the news cycle moves at breakneck speed. It also creates a sense of community online that has its own rewards: Bae's thoughts, Infidel's insights, Debra's funny memes, Jimmy's thoughtful posts (don't delete them!), Dave's rants about the crazy people in a big box store, Anna Marie's weekly music, CaliBoi's sexiness, Steve's adventures, John's musings on life, Bob's great stories (and the Carlos updates), The Conde and his merry posts, Merlin Purpura touching my heart and so, so many others that drop by and read are read and have left their mark in this blog.
Yes, I like blogging. Because it cleans the cobwebs in my head and because airing my thoughts in cyberspace sometimes has the same resonance that talking to close friends has had in real life. So thanks for reading and sharing. I appreciate you all.