I have a habit of writing blog posts and then not posting them because I think they’re too emo.
As far as I can tell the problem lies in the fact that I blog in my head too much.
I’ll get an idea for a blog post on romance, or what it’s like to always be different, or why I’m not a real writer, and I’ll regurgitate it around in my head for days, imagining what I will write once I actually have time to get to a computer.
Well heads, as you know, are kind of emotion machines. So the regurgitated thoughts turn into emotion vomit.
Sorry for the visual.
A random thought:
Often, my view of people is drastically changed once I friend them on Facebook.
People talk about how easy it is to hide on the internet, and how much of the online world is smoke and mirrors.
But when you friend people on Facebook you learn what they really believe in, and what they love, and sometimes how gullible they are.
Things that don’t often pop up in regular conversation.
Maybe they would pop up in regular conversation if “regular conversation” consisted of one person saying to another, “all right, tell me all about yourself, everything you’ve ever wanted to rant about,” and then just sat and listened for as long as it took.
Not that that would be a good idea, it’s just an interesting thought.
The world is full of sunshine. It’s incredible.
I’m a touch under the weather, so p’raps I’m just seeing things, but there’s a coherent thread to the three segments of this post for me.
The thing that stops me most from posting things online, whether they be blog-posts, status updates, links, or even comments on any of the above from other people is that Facebook contains few contextualizing factors. I know men who write for fiercely ideological publications, and to know them by their work is to think “This man seems dangerously unbalanced.”
And then you meet him, and it turns out he’s an extremely pleasant individual with a whole host of nuanced thoughts, and even his opinions about the topics for his articles aren’t quite so terrifying in person.
Facebook can be a lot like an up-to-the-minute version of a fiercely ideological publication, just without meeting the guy, too. In consequence of which, I don’t want my Facebook friends to think about me the things I–I confess it–think about them, betimes. So, I generally point out that it’s sunny outside.
Not saying that’s what happened with this post at all; just that it reminded me of my own online thought process.