… why I decided to start a blog.
I’m participating in WordPress’ Blogging University 101 and each day an “assignment” is given.
This one is kinda hard. I’m not sure why it’s so hard. I guess because I’m trying to keep some anonymity yet, paradoxically I’m using this very public venue that can be viewed from around the world.
Yes! around the world. My stats page shows that their have been people who have visited here from Sweden, the Philippines, the United Kingdom, Australia, Greece as well as the good ol’ U.S.of A. It’s amazing and wonderful and bit nerve wracking at the same time.
Nerve wracking I suppose because I worry about my privacy. The conspiracy theorist in me worries about ‘Big Brother’ snooping into my digital files and using face recognition software to locate me and hunt me down for posting something about… I don’t know, think of something “they” would want to track me down for. I’m no Edward Snowden but what if I stumble upon some government secret that they don’t want anyone to know about and I post it for the world to see here on my blog.
[blink blink blink]
Ok, I’ve been watching too many ‘prepper’ videos on YouTube. I mean who the hell am I kidding? I’ve got all of 34 total views on this thing. It’s called “A Boy Named Sue”. All anyone is going to think, especially the pervs at Homeland Security, is that I’m a transgender blogger or some guy sitting in his mom’s basement in his underwear with an identity crisis. Which I am not, but if that’s your thing then hey… more power to ya.
Anyway, so why did I start this blog on such a visible medium like WordPress instead of writing in a hardcover journal I keep on a shelf or some other place even less seen like LiveJournal.
I said in my About Me page that I used to maintain another blog. I think I lost focus.
Actually no. That’s not it. You know what happened. I’ll tell you what happened. I got found. I got found by people who know me; in real life, church life, old high school buddies, old college friends, friends at work and sometimes those things simply don’t mesh. I couldn’t be completely and totally honest. At least I felt like I couldn’t.
Reminds me of that scene from Seinfeld where George freaks out over his worlds colliding.
Silly isn’t it. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about worlds colliding. Food for thought.