Many of us have talked about why we blog. What we don’t often talk about is why we read blogs.
I started reading blogs many many years ago. I was fascinated by the “slice of life” blogs – the ones about the daily lives of bloggers all over the world. Sone were funny, some were sad, sone were inspiring, but all were interesting. It inspired me to try my hand at it. (I thought I’d be a lot funnier at it, but I guess I only make myself laugh.)
My blog was all over the place. I’d get political, philosophical, personal, and playful. I used to reveal a lot more about my personal life, but that came back to bite me. Still, I’ve kept at it for whatever reason. I’ve always envied other bloggers, who seem to be smarter, funnier, and more interesting. Despite my insecurities about it, I try to keep things as interesting as I can.
But even if I stopped blogging, I’d still read other blogs. I think of other bloggers as my friends, even if we’ve never met. I like knowing about their thoughts and opinions, their daily lives and antics. All the other social platforms offer quick snapshots of moments in people’s day to day lives. But through reading blogs, I feel I get to know people better through blogging: their sense of humor, their dreams, their struggles, their success and failures…far more interesting to me than any celebrity gossip or fake on line persona. My blogs are my touchstones. When my life is not going so great, I escape into the lives of others, often finding some kernel of motivation to keep going. When I’m unable to read them, I miss them. I’m far more interested in substance than style. When I read blogs, I hear real voices of real people, making themselves vulnerable and opening up to me (us) about their thoughts. It’s a wonderful, special, personal, and intimate experience.
So, that’s why I read blogs, why do you? And why do you read my blog?