When I determined to start blogging, (there’s that funny word again), the word itself doesn’t command too much respect; but when I did it was for a few reasons.
One reason is that I have always written notes, journals, letters and I thought it would be interesting to have them actually in a form to keep and remember. Another reason was that I had wondered if somehow by writing some of what was inside of me, I might actually help someone else, especially as it pertained to depression. Oh and the other thought was that it may be interesting at some point if I was able to connect to another person or two that had like interests and correspond with them. That expectation of course has been surpassed many times over.
The one thing I didn’t consider though was that my family or others in my immediate circle of friends when learning that I was to embark on this journey, would not really be interested much at all in knowing what I was writing. From time to time perhaps a blog or two is read but for the most part it is only my inclination or diversion that is involved. I didn’t really put any pressure on them to do so, but I suppose there was the thought that they might be curious. I know that my children at least two of them, have read a couple or maybe even a few of the blogs that I have written, but for the most part not very many.
It was my desire to write and not for the purpose of those close to me to read, because I just wanted to do so, but I must admit that there is a little twinge of disappointment that they don’t read them or if they do I don’t receive any feedback.
There must be quite a few of others that blog that probably find the same thing and I don’t for a moment think that I am the only one. And as for friends or acquaintances who learn that I write a blog, there is the usual perfunctory comment but then the subject seems to change fairly quickly. Sometimes it feels like I’m trying to promote myself or that I’m being a bit boastful or something along those lines and I certainly don’t mean to come off that way.
I am really quite happy to be writing and then reading, interacting and meeting such great bloggers…(there’s that word again)… and I guess for others to have the same interest in my, what would be considered a ‘hobby’, is not realistic.
Oh and if one of my loved ones happen to read this and others in the future; they should be told that they don’t have to read my blogs in order for me to say, ‘I love you anyway!”
I have a devious plan though. I’m going to fool them all, because I’m printing off my blogs and putting them into binders and when that day comes when I do pass from this life, I have made sure that someone knows where they are and they will be conspicuously present nicely alphabetized for all to read.
Nothing like a ‘captive audience’ eh? 😉