I’ve noticed that people seem to be altering their electronic communication practices. I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s all causing a few twinges of insecurity within me. I am a creature of habit and comfort, so if I sense a twinge of insecurity it means I want to know what in hell is going on.
Facebook, for example. I’ve noticed that a lot of people have taken to posting and sharing elaborately produced homilies of wisdom, wit, politics and homages to the philosophical musings of Al Einstein, the Dalai Lama – about whom I sometimes think he must appreciate the comment of poet Carl Sandberg who once opined “Even God gets tired of too much hallelujah.”, and assorted other wise and wonderful items including the ubiquitous semi-literate kittens about which I’ll gladly say: I has had enuf of you!
At one time people used to post little personal anecdotes about themselves and their day. “Just finished a great shower, and now I feel so relaxed,” or “It’s a beautiful day here, and we live in such a wonderful place.” Yeah, I know, pretty lame and boring. A bit like life in that regard. And then – damn them – there are those people who have the time freedom to be spending the chilly months in exotic enclaves and persist in posting photos of wonderful beaches and jungly flora. OK. I get it. I’m jealous as hell of you. Why not a little more about the cockroaches or bad food diarrhea? You know, just for balance.
And then there are blogs. I have been blogging since the concept first arose. But, alas, I think people have gotten a bit weary about blogging. A lot of folks don’t update or write new stuff with great regularity. And more importantly – to me – is I don’t get the ‘hits’ I once got on mine. Sometimes like one or two. In times past I’d get 15-20-25 even. Have I deteriorated and become a bore?
I don’t really want to give up on this process. In fact I can’t. I write. I write compulsively whether or not anybody reads me. I need to express myself, and that’s a legacy from all my journalistic years. Blogging keeps me primed for book-type writing. And I will also retain some of my favorites whom I will continue to visit.
A couple of my favorite blogsphere pals have packed it in for the reasons I’m iterating. I miss them and wish they’d come back. Leesa and Laura Jane, I think you should come back. But that’s just me. Meanwhile, I think I’ll stick it out for a while.