It’s strange how one becomes self conscious upon beginning to express his thoughts to the whole inter-web. Or blogsphere, if you want to use the current vernacular. How do people write so candidly about their lives, on a regular basis. I mean, sure I want to be heard, give me my attention like any other person, but isn’t this quite close to the voyeurism that is “Reality TV”? I’m painting a picture of myself with broad strokes, and keeping you all at some kind of figurative arm’s length.
But Tim, you ask. Aren’t you, yourself, a part of the proverbial machine that you lines ago just expressed ill feeling towards?
Well, to that I would say yes. Yes I am. I am just saying that being in such a fishbowl will undoubtedly take some getting used to, as I decide which thoughts I would like to share, and which parts of myself I would like to have strangers read about. But, just as anything takes getting used to, my initial feelings of concern will wear off.
Do you do these kinds of things a lot? you think. If by that you mean, transpose the potential thoughts of my readers into questions that I answer, then yes. I do that often enough. Get used to it.
I just started in this odd world too and feel this pressure to write, a lot, even though I don’t want to. I just want to leave a though every now and then. Also, it is strange to be checking your own site to see if anyone has validated the fact that you are out there in this b’sphere.
“Does anyone know I’m alive?”
We shall see.
“Do you do these kinds of things a lot? you think. If by that you mean, transpose the potential thoughts of my readers into questions that I answer, then yes. ”
You took the question right out of my mouth. Or something. I don’t know– I got 4 hours of sleep last night. But boy, was it a good 4 hours. Kind of.