I'm currently reading the book The Magicians, and there's a line in it that I had to share, because it really encapsulates how I sometimes feel about blogging. It's a form of narcissism, believing my thoughts and opinions, the trivialities of my life are somehow so important that others should read about it. In a sense, writing is a self-indulgence, the feeling of a thought bursting out from you with a dire need to be put into words and be shared with others. It can be an almost violent effect, this desire to relate and be heard, and yet we hide behind words on a page. We don't have to face the immediate response of those who read it, and in some ways it makes us more honest.
Other times, it might be healthier to force it out into reality of our day to day lives.
This quote, in a book that deals with magic and does not coexist in the realm of the internet at all, manages to poke fun at it just a little bit.It takes that need to express ourselves in some fashion and narrows it down to its lowest common denominator.
"Are you kidding? That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit someone or start a blog. To tell you the truth I'm kind of glad he hit you."
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