after reading the latest cat and girl, i got to thinking about the vaildation i (we?) expect from getting comments on our blogs. why do i check my blog every morning, even when i know i have not posted anything new in days – and even if i had, certainly i’d know what i’d posted, and why would i need to read it again? i’m looking for the validation i get when other people read – and post comments on – my blog. is that why there are so many “daily life” blogs floating around? i mean, let’s be honest, how much do we really care about other people’s daiy lives as chronicled in their little blogs? how much do people really care about my life as chronicled in my little blog? i don’t think anyone i know reads my blog. a few people whom i only know thru reading (occasionally) their blogs, read mine.
it’s the same with email. or even snail mail. why do i feel so let down when it’s only junk, when there is no contact from an actual person who seems to express interest in my actual life?
it all seems to become some sort of self-fulfilling pointlessness sometimes, a sort of shouting into the void. are we in such need of telling SOMEONE about our existence, like the whos down in whoville – “we are here! we are here!” – hoping that some horton will hear us, that we will just put our lives out there into the void hoping that someone – anyone – will notice us? and why do we keep doing it when no one, or when only one or two people, ever make it known that they are noticing us?
food for thought. i do find myself wracking my brain, trying to come up with some new idea for something to blog about that will have people – preferably vast amounts of people all over the world – flocking to my blog every day. but with however many thousands (millions?) of blogs out there, what chance have i got for stumbing on that great idea? my wife and daughter read some blog about a woman and her dog every day. i’ve never seen it, apparently she is a good writer and posts cute pix of the dog. but is that all it takes? being able to write fairly well about my everyday life, and posting some cute pix? maybe my everyday life is not all that interesting.
so i relegate myself to that class of people, a rapidly shrinking majority, who maintain a blog (actually i have three) that no one looks at. or if they look at them, are not moved to comment, to be a horton to my who. i know i’ll keep doing it, if only to make my own tiny ripple in the aether, a perhaps vain attempt to seek validation for my life on a grander scale than may even exsist. like the tree falling in the forest, am i truly here if not one hears me?