I love the internet.
I love looking at the list of people who “like” something I post on facebook, because it’s always such a strange conglomeration of people. Old friends and new, liberal and conservative, old and young. I like to imagine that we are all at a party together, laughing at the same joke.
I love peeking into internet corners and finding funny articles and bogus life hacks and beauty and humor.
I quit blogging over a year ago, and I realy liked it. I liked the anonomity. But I find myself wanting to create again, to add to the beautiful side of the internet that I love.
The most frustrating thing about not blogging was when I had opinions. I would lie awake at night, blogging in my head. I wanted to tell someone my opinion because it was RIGHT (obviously) and if only everyone in internet land would know the TRUTH, well, the would would be a better place.
But since I wasn’t blogging, I didn’t share my opinions with anyone besides my mother. And the strangest thing happened. The world kept spinning. Seasons came and went in their usual way. The world was fine.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, but freeing at the same time:
The world does not need to know my opinions.
I think I’ll try blogging again, for a while. I’m going to try to make it about stories, not about opinions.
That’s what I like about the internet. I like the stories, the beauty, the humanity. But I dislike the opinions. On the internet, people can become a faceless opinion, devoid of humanity. I don’t like that.