I’m relaxing here and thinking about writing….AGAIN! I still read several bloggers’ works, probably because how can one become so intimately acquainted with others’ lives, good and bad, and not feel like a personal friend? Maybe it’s just me! Actually it isn’t, since a few of us have expressed how we feel a continued bond from all of this writing. But I have to admit that sometimes I need to briefly browse posts to keep myself intact. I think it’s possible to be there for others’ support and to also keep something back for one’s own well being and separateness. In other words, it’s important not to become codependent with others’ situations. I’ve been thinking that “blogging” or “journaling” probably doesn’t have any long term studies about the effects on the captive readers. Or on the completely candid writers. I still find the whole genre strange and indefinable. Almost a cross between writing and reality television. Two media intermingled and resulting in (often) a no-holds-barred public life. Hmmmmmmmmm…I think I’m a bit too much of a recluse for it.
