I often wonder if blogging is a waste of time. Sometimes I feel like I'm just goofing off when I should be doing other things. And while a lot of the time, I am goofing off, I was just reminded of what is so special about blogging and why I love it so much.
Why do you love blogging, blue girl?
Well, let me tell you.
I love blogging because I've discovered incredible writers I love who I never would have known without it. I enjoy the relationships that have been forged in comment threads with people who don't have their own blogs, but are loyal to their favorite bloggers. I love the connections that have been made and continue to be made with creative people around the world. With very, very few exceptions the people I've come to know who make up my blogosphere are the coolest, most supportive people I've ever met. At least that's what I assume. You could all be serial killers, blogging from prison and I wouldn't know it. But, I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But, if you are, please email me. It'll be great material for a future post.
I love the little communities we have built in different parts of the blogosphere and how each community has its own style. Some are very serious and some not so serious at all. And then sometimes, an excellent writer combines a very serious issue with a dose of humor and I find myself laughing and crying and once again grateful for this connection. Knowing that even if I sometimes wonder why I do it, I have no doubt why others do.
Which brings me to Brando. Not because I think he may be a serial killer. I don't think he is. Well, most of the time I don't think he is. But, he is one of those excellent writers that recently wrote a very serious post with a dose of humor.
Over the years, I’ve had a number of jokes to explain why TLB and I, having been married since 1994, do not have kids. It was part of my release agreement with the state has been a favorite. I do have them, I just don’t know where they are is another. Because TLB already has a child to take care of, which is really just a factual statement.
I use jokes to deflect further Questions About Kids (QAK). Because in our case, the QAK is not a happy tale. It’s a long, sad, frustrating story. And today, after our last-second buzzer beater seemed improbably headed toward the hoop, we watched the last ball swirl in and out of the basket. It appears we will not be having kids of our own.
If you're one of those cool, supportive blogging people that I described above, go read Brando's entire post. It will make you laugh and make you cry. And will probably confirm why you started being a blogging person to begin with.
If you're a serial killer, just copy him on the email you send to me. He and I will eventually have a lot of fun together writing about you at your expense.