The Art of Blogging

Blogging is awesome. If you have gotten this far, and are still reading, clearly I had your attention earlier. The 21st century version of a public diary has enabled millions of people to communicate thoughts, feelings and ideas to other people all over the globe. Blogging can be done from the comfort of one's bed, a coffee shop, a desk at work, a desk at school, a plane, train, or automobile. It can be done from anywhere.

Broadcasting anything online is what some may consider a risky venture, but I have always been of the opinion that if you post anything online at any given time, you ultimately wanted it to be public, no matter what the repercussions. It is human nature to talk about other people, and it is even more natural to want to know about other people, yet I find myself most fascinated with myself. I never have, and probably never will care about what anyone thinks about ME. That is not to say that I will not put strong effort into any piece of work I do for somebody else's approval, however, it does mean that if you care to gossip or discuss my personal life amongst yourselves, go for it.

I am one of the happiest people that I know, and the people who matter to me know it, with or without a blog. With blogs, there is no magical fine line to be drawn between permissible and unacceptable. Anything written here is fair game for anyone to discuss, disagree and dissect.

Blogging allows people to express themselves freely, and uninterrupted. It enables a message to be delivered in the form that people might not get whether it is via twitter, Facebook, or a giant plane in the sky. Controversy can be caused, but this controversy can be controlled, whereas a controversy amongst people and some loose cannons can run amuck easily in an uncontrolled atmosphere like Taco Tuesdays.

If you want to keep something private, keep it private, if you have a problem with someone or something, address it, and if you just have something to say, blog it. Just remember, what you say can follow you forever, like this one thing: In second grade I confessed to committing adultery: I thought it meant acting like an adult.