So I have to start off by saying that I've been critical of the idea of blogging since I've known what blogging was. As a journalism major in college, I was forced to blog from time to time for assignments, but it still never caught on with me. And to be perfectly honest, it still hasn't really caught on. So why am I here? Again, I'm kind of being forced. Intensely persuaded, maybe. Applying to jobs as an English and Journalism graduate, I am always required to include several writing samples with my resume. But I'm noticing more and more that they ask for a link to my blog as well. And they ask for it like they're asking for my last name. Like of course I have a blog. So... TA-DA. Here it is. Of course I have a blog.
To get you on my page with the grudge I've held, here are my issues with blogs: First, that by writing one, you're being presumptuous--and a little cocky--in thinking that you're interesting enough for other people to consistently follow along with what you have to say. Second, that it's impossible to write about your life without mentioning other people, and who is to say my friends and family want their personal life posted day to day without their permission? I've always wondered how people who write columns and memoirs can write such gutsy details and name-drop without any reluctance or shame? Then I read the "About the Author" and find out their mom died, they're estranged from their father and brother, and no longer keep in touch with their friends. Frankly, I'm not willing to lose all my loves over a blog post, so I'll keep the juicy stories vague, and the names out of it. You're welcome, ladies. And also, maybe this will be the motivation to actually be interesting enough to encourage a following. Is that sad?
Alright, this wasn't so bad. I'll be back.
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