Well on his way, his head in a cloud,There are a select group of blogs I read on a regular basis. Sometimes I fool myself into thinking I can actually know people based what they write in their blogs. Or I fool myself into thinking they can know me based on what I write in my blog.
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice .....
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
--Fool on the hill, the Beatles
It's not practical when you think about it. Reading a blog is like looking through one of those hotel room peepholes. You only see a small portion of the world and it is skewed at best.
I actually think I say more in my blog about myself than I would if I were writing one of those mindnumbing daily journal type blogs. But still, it no more reflects the complete me than Van Gogh's Starry Night reflected the complete Vincent.
You can't really know what it is like to be another person. Shoot,most of us struggle just to know what it is like being ourselves. But you want other people to know you, don't you? And you want them to like you, too. Protest all you want, but no matter how many times any of you say, "I don't care what anyone thinks about blah, blah, blah..." you are really screaming to be understood and accepted.
And then paradoxically, we hide in our blogs, afraid someone is going to see us. This is why many writers prefer fiction to fact. Scratch a novelist and you're going to find someone hiding behind a plot they "created." All fiction is based on fact. Fiction just allows you to tidy up reality and make it a tad more palatable. Fiction also allows you to recreate reality in a way you wish it was. It also allows you to fast forward through the boring bits of our existence.
So isn't blogging just one big game of hide and seek?
God I am full of metaphors today.