The false complacency of the blog…

I haven’t blogged about blogging in awhile, and I’ve been pondering the boredom of the blog. If only I could treat the blog as a true journal. I know there are people out there who do - who comment on almost every thought, pure or otherwise, post all types of pictures, and name names. Alas, that will never occur in this blog…

I wish it could, but this blog is on the Internet. The Internet lives forever. If I were too honest for my own good, this blog would come back to bite me someday. It’s possible it still could in its present form, but I try and think through every post from a privacy and an everlasting perspective. There is someone I wouldn’t mind blogging about, but that person has a fairly unusual name and there is no way I could ever post it and not have it get back to them. Maybe that person wouldn’t mind, but maybe that person would (which would probably be a topic for a blog entry…) So that person will never be named here. I’ve alluded to the person at least once, but that’s all it will ever be – allusions. The entries I’d like to write are ones only fit for offline journals.  So this think-before-you-blog policy has stifled the blog.

It would be great if I had blog block to blog about specific people in my life and let off some steam if I’m upset about somebody’s actions (of course, I never am!) As Dana Carvey used to quote Bush Sr. – wouldn’t be prudent. Plus, I don’t think I’d be too thrilled if people I knew were blogging about me in an unpleasant light.

So the struggle of relevancy and topics continues. The blog is two and half now and I continue to question if it is still meaningful. Especially lately, I don’t think so, but it may still redeem itself. After all, I should try and leave something meaningful on a blog that will last forever! Maybe the meaning fell between the sofa cushions. I guess I’ll go look for it now…