Blogging is a Fucked Up Hobby
March 25th, 2007 by JJ
Blogging is so weird. When you start, you’re testing the waters. You’re writing for no one. You can be honest and you can be silly and stupid, because your only readers are the random strangers who happen to drop by (mostly other bloggers).
Pretty soon you’re entertaining hundreds of virtual friends on a daily basis, revealing certain dirty little secrets that you might not share with your casual real-life friends.
But then you realize… If you’re going to be completely honest on your website, odds are you don’t want your boss/parents/friends to read it. Too bad you mentioned your blog to your closest friends and your boyfriend/girlfriend. Because maybe they happened to mention it to a mutual friend after they read something particularly funny/revealing. Soon your coworkers are reading it and your Mom stops by from time to time.
This is the point in the blog’s lifespan where you have to make a decision:
Do you write about the cockjowling that took place Friday night? It would be hilarious for the hundreds of daily visitors who know how much of a fucked up freak you really are. But then again, do you want your coworkers to know what kind of person you are when it’s 3:30am and you’ve had half a dozen wine spodiodis and twice as many Magic Hats?
Tough call.
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lol, that’s EXACTLY why I don’t tell anyone about my blog!
Ahhh. Don’t sweat it.
I say what I want regardless who’s reading.
One time I stumbled onto my nieces blog, that’s when I discovered how grown up she was. YIKES! Lets just say, I don’t go to her site anymore. Some things are best unknown.
So I figure if your mom reads your site, it’s be for one time only because you’ll just scare her off.
I told Dad that it’s just a character I play online, and that some of the shit I say is Bullshit. Even though sometimes it is.
I wouldn’t worry about friends, family, or bosses reading your blog. Just remember not to mention names and the place you work.
But this is just my opinion, and you’re entitled to it.
I can sympathize with your quandary. Some co=workers found my blog, and the last thing I wanted was for them to read about my personal life. I try to keep those two things separated insofar as it is possible.
well ever sience i broke up with my x girlfriend who didn’t even know I smoked cigeretts I have adopted this “complete honesty policy” with everyone in my life.
It’s really quite liberating. With my new girlfriend (for example) I fart all the time, eat my scabs and fingernail clippings, get blasted, have sex during “that time”, squeeze each others pimples, pick my nose, cry my eyes out, and have kissed another girl in front of her.
Now these are all things that I would normally do. The difference is that I now realize I can use my natural behavior as a filter.
People that don’t accept me…fuck you. People who do acceept me…the light is on, come on in! (myspace.com/streetlightsmusic)
Be natural like Johnny freakin Appleseed or some shit!
Stop apologizing, numbnuts. Make with the funny.
Ahhh… the “too close to home” quandary. Very interesting. I’ve been dealing with this since I first started too. Hard to say how much is ‘too much’…
Yeah I went through the same thing after I told my sister about my blog, but then I decided fuck em…it’s my blog.
It definitely is constricting. I’ve been thinking for quite some time about making another blog, autobiographical, that no one would know it was me writing. I could start off with when my life really began- some time in my 15th year when I was about two hours into a trip sparked by blue microdot. I don’t even think they make that stuff anymore. What a pity.
just slip roofies into people’s drinks after they read the blog. they’ll remember nothing. and wonder why their buttholes itch.