Typewriter, a photo by mikeymckay on Flickr.
Blogging is a funny thing. People get into it for all different reasons. I think right up top is a lot of people think they can become millionaires from having the right blog. They see success stories that other people have had or created, like boingboing or gizmodo and they think, “Why not me too?” – and there is some truth to that. Your blog can go viral because of something you write or create and then before you know it you have your own reality show. There’s definitely a disease a lot of people my age have contracted from growing up in front of the TV and during the Internet explosion, not sure what the name of that disease is, but it makes you want people to listen to you and to be popular. I think to an extent, that’s what a lot of people are looking for – and they’ll never get it.
Not to be corny, and I’m sorry that this is corny and I know it, but I think you can make yourself feel a little bit better about the whole enterprise if you write on your blog just for yourself, and to express things you have inside you, that maybe will take a life of their own out in the “world”. Like letting a little monster out of a cage that goes on to help someone build a new picket fence without you even knowing it. If that makes any sense.
Even though I am trying to take that angle in my blog writing, I am feeling an overwhelming frustration. I admit it. When my stats counter says 10 people have read my blog today, and 3 of them are me in another browser I haven’t logged into, and 7 are a weird URL that I visit and goes to a website that I know is doing something shady with marketing – I get sad. Seeing all the other bloggers out there striving to be read – like ants crawling all over each other to get to a tree branch – I get sad. Although in reality, I think those ants are trying to help one get up to that branch for the greater good, which is kind of nice, in its way.
So here I am writing a post and hoping someone might read this and others below it, and feeling like all of us bloggers typing randomly might eventually write all the works of Shakespeare, like those hypothetical monkeys in this blog title.