The Exact Reason I Have a Blog

Five years ago, if someone sent me something cute via email, I would have immediately forwarded it to the hundred or so close friends on my contacts list.  I never sent anything I didn't  think cute or original or with some redeeming social value.  About the only things I wouldn't forward were chain letters and petitions.  Then one day I had an email from someone whom I just adore asking me to remove him from my spam list.  I was crushed.  Of course, he said it sweet and charming because that's the kind of guy he is, but the message came home loud and clear. 

This blog is coming up on it's three year anniversary.  It's been more fun than a barrel of monkeys.  I've approached it much like one would a cocktail party.  The purpose is to meet some neat people, hear some good stories, tell some good stories, bitch and moan with all the rest about pet peeves, and write when I get bored at work instead of hanging out at porn sites.  Just like at cocktail parties, you meet someone who says you gotta meet her friend and she takes you over and introduces you to a whole new set of people for you to get to know.  I love getting to know people.

Of the one hundred or so people on my original contacts list, I doubt there are a dozen who read my blog on any regular basis.  At first I was a little annoyed.  How could my closest and dearest friends be so incurious about me?  I have one friend who has studiously avoided visiting my blog to the point of annoying me.  I have another friend who has never read my blog, but in his defense, doesn't know how to turn on a computer and doesn't read much of anything except an occasional magazine article. 

After some thought, I decided it was alright for pre-blogging friends not to read my blog.  There are plenty of ways for friends to participate in your life besides reading your journal.  Journals are written for imagined friends.  My blogging buddies and I exist in a dimension of space, sort of like heaven as imagined by fundamentalists.  We are without bodies and can interact instantly over great distances.  It's pretty damn cool if you think about it.  And it's eternal.  It doesn't matter if we stop writing because what we have written continues to move around and interact with other thoughts and ideas forever. 

Oops, got to get to work.  Let's talk about this some more.

Comments

[Brenda @work]

I visit when I can and I love my time here. We do live in a special little world here, don't we?

[ellen]

I'm so glad I found your blog; even gladder to have become one of your imagined friends.

[Houston]

Right back atcha.

[Bowietrek]

I visit my imagined space and friends daily, and I love doing so. I don't write as much as I did at first, since I am back in the working world now, but I still love it, and I really like what you said in this post. More, please.