From the time I started this blog, I never thought of doing anything else with it. This blog is still a personal blog for me with occasional sprinklings of politics, food and bad stabs at poetry and humor. I already have my share of regular visitors who aren’t too confused with some of the things I put here. I also found out that some of my friends, relatives and co-workers from the real world found this personal space of mine (if I wasn’t shoving it hard at their faces). I guess what I’m trying to say is “Thanks for reading.” I am more than grateful that I get to share my thoughts and, er…feelings with you. I dream of making you all dig deep into your innermost thoughts like how magic mushrooms will make you see otherworldly stuff.
More than a couple of years back I wrote a piece on why I put my thoughts here in WordPress. In a brief rundown, I made several points for myself.
These were No other point but to just make this space a parking lot for all those good things and rotten things that seem to distract me. In a way, it is more of a notebook of lost ideas.
Rethinking that point, is it time to make this space or time for me to have a purpose-driven blog? I’ve been a frequent visitor of blogs. In a recent visit to JoeAm’s blog, I read how he classified the different types of bloggers out there. Personally, I’ll put myself as a blogger who has nothing else better to do — if it isn’t that obvious already. I can’t be an expert or a purveyor of ground-breaking thought. I am just one in the sea of millions, swimming in anonymity, basking in invisibility and talking to hands and fingers stroking keyboards.
Am I content to just fade away as the Invisible Man with bow tie? I used to be the smiling monkey. Somehow that smile became a little more conservative. Blame it on a loss of aggressiveness, I think. Blame it on something else, maybe. Blame me? Positively.
I still solidly believe that I write on this space a lot when something is bugging me. I noticed I didn’t write anything for the entire month of February ’til almost the end of March. I guess I wasn’t really thinking or maybe I was caught in an unbelievable state of “f**k the rest of the world, I’m busy being happy.” Looking back, I really don’t know what went on back in that period. Hey, I didn’t write down what went on those days for the whole world to read about. Things shouldn’t always be made public, even in the state of anonymity.
I guess I’ll end this piece with a note and a question to myself: Why do you do it?