Misunderstood?

Whine of the day: Why can't some people understand the absolving effect of keeping a blog?

The first arguments: "The loudest is the weakest" "No sense in putting something private in a public domain"

Going back to the functions of a blog. To some, it is a way of connecting to people and updating close friends and family to their day to day life. To others, it is a way of disseminating useful information to those in need. To a select few, it is a form of release, not written particularly for anyone, but satisfying nonetheless. I would fall into the last category on most days.

True, putting private thoughts on a public space may not seem to make sense at first. But when I write, I feel no need to hinder myself, to censor or bar any self-destructive thought i might unconsciously be harboring in teh depths of my mind. It is a way to let go of poisonous ideas without having to fear, because the anonymity makes it easy to be myself.

Although this may sound paradoxical, i must make a point. Sometimes, it is harder to confide in someone who knows you very very very well... because along with that familiarity comes a tendency to judge, to evaluate something based on the past or present. At select times, it may be much easier to confide in no one in particular. Somehow it becomes more liberating that way, knowing you don't have to hold back for fear of hurting someone. In my case, it allows me to admit things and thoughts I could never even admit to myself. It doesn't matter who comes across it. There is a very large audience out there, but I write for myself, and for my satisfaction. I could say that this guy is hot, that the guest lecturer in my class the other day was very very very cute, and that a guy from my past i proving to be very difficult to deal with after a break up.

Actually this guy is the one who doesn't understand the comfort I gain from writing out my thoughts on a blog. But this doesn't concern him. My point is that I feel good after a good write-out.

Right now I'm glad I got that off my chest. A lot of things have happened that are really screwing around with my brain processes. A breakup after 5 years... the death of a friend's boyfriend... and now the realization that the guy just can't care for me at all, and that came right from him. It's all very debilitating at the moment, but then again I can always whine on my blogs and keep writing for myself.

Conclusion: If you don't think blogging makes sense to you, then it's your choice. But it actually means much more than writing to other people, so just try to respect that.

and so it begins..

there are so many things to ponder about life in general, although i must admit it is much more entertaining *and* relieving to WHINE. no, don't associate the term with noisy, stubborn children.

rather, think of it as a logical way of questioning existence and everything it entails. it should be a socially accepted form of sublimation, it should, but at least more and more people are realizing its relaxing effects. perhaps after a nasty yet satisfying bout of "why is this" and "why is that". come on people, admit that you do need that outlet to remain sane.

as for yours truly, i keep this blog to record my own whiny *and* cheesy moments, perhaps more for myself than anyone else, because what you come across here might be useful, but i don't guarantee that at all. for all you know, this blog could be an absolute waste of webspace. but it is an extension of my mind, and i intend to keep it that way.

as mentioned, there are a myriad of topics to think about in solitude, and questioning everything is easily the most satisfying and instantaneous form of psychoanalysis. it might not solve your problems in a heartbeat, but it does make you feel better, doesn't it? :)

until next time <3