What is blogging?
Why am I starting it?
What's the point?
These are the questions that run through my head as I finally start typing on this thing I set up so long ago. In reality I've actually been blogging sort of with my movie reviews (shameless plug:
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The question I will try to answer is what exactly the point is. Doing stuff like blogging on the Internet is the equivalent of going to a shrink. You get that stuff that you want to shout from the rooftops out in the air without getting a disorderly record. If Network was made today Howard Beale's line would have been all over cyberspace and not airspace. That's just where we are now. Think about it. Is the telephone going to die someday? The way texting has exploded onto the frontier it probably will with the phonograph and the CD.
We love to see our words. It's so damn easy today. Kids made their own newspapers off mom's typewriter. Now we can start one in our own home with a possible readership of billions. Reading our words. Replying to our words. The only boundaries that are left are those age old ones that we've built up over the years. Maybe we've started to take them down, piece by piece. Maybe that's the real point of all this.
If I was to map out all the people I have met over the great Internet machine over the last decade or so it would span the globe. I've talked to people that live right down the road a piece and I've shot the shit with others in areas of the world that I'll never go to. It's run the gamut, too. Music, politics, movies, bullshit. Bullshit is a universal language by the way. It's been a long, strange trip. I've read shit that would turn you white.
As I sit here pondering what exactly this is all about I've come to two conclusions. The first is that we do things like this as an almost psychiatric exercise. We're laying down on the couch discussing what is what and people may be listening, may being the key word. We like to know someone is out there and they care. We need reinforcement. We need to know that we're not freaks. There are others. The other thing I've come up with is that this is essentially the equivalent to masturbation. We get off on it and if other people want to watch, then hey, that's cool. Just kidding about that part, but is that what seeing our words and thoughts out there for all to see just like self love? I guess it depends on who you are. At the end of the day it's all thoughts. Presented to you out of billions of 0's and 1's. I guess we'll see whether I'm paying you by the hour or just jerking off.
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