so, blogging. it’s a strange thing, isn’t it? i’ve been doing it off and on for almost five years now. and yet, in all that time, i still am amazed by it. what other avenue can you bare your soul and yet be totally anonymous? heck, you can even pretend to be someone else.
a couple years ago i met someone online who called themselves “jared”. he claimed to be some british lord, which i didn’t believe for a minute, but he was still interesting. i just figured that he was into being a character online. that his blogs were stories. there seem to be so many frustrated writers in blogland, so why not be a writer trying out material and getting feedback in the form of a blog? makes sense. but how far do you take that? to the point of having your character that you’ve been playing get killed in an automobile accident? sounds really weird, doesn’t it? but i guess this is what you open yourself up to when you decide to blog and enter into online friendships.
still, it’s odd, isn’t it? being friends with people you’ve never met in person, i mean. can you say that you really know them? except that there are a few people i’ve become friends with that i feel like i do know. only a handful, mind you. i trust these people. i’ve shared very personal information with them and they with me. it took time to get to that point. it took more than a year to get to know them. and it was more involved than just a few “love you! big hugs!” in comments for me to come to trust them. i’ve never for one moment felt like there were two sides to these particular friends. not ever. but what about those i don’t know as well? i can’t say.
*sigh* i know. i’m rambling. just stuff going through my head right now.
here's my gripe... 