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Yep, that's right. This is post number 250 in this blog. I think that's an achievement worth mentioning.
I'd like to thank everyone I know, especially the 12 (yes, 12!) subscribed readers to this blog. Without my life as it is and without an audience to which I can relate that sometimes painfully mundane existence, this blog wouldn't exist.
"Well, let's not suck each other's dicks just yet." --The Wolf, Pulp Fiction.
Blogs are a broadcasting of the mundane and banal, certainly mine is no different. I've put up posts ranging from two words to perhaps more than 10,000. I've posted serious thoughts about modernity and society... I've posted bitching about work or home... I've posted pictures from vacations.... I've posted links to articles of interest. The only relationship between all of this stuff that I've posted for people to read? It's stuff that's happened in my head.
So, do I keep this blog going just so that people can read it? Well, that's not my main purpose. I do get kicks out of people reading it, and that does motivate me to write sometimes. Really, though, it's just a way to express. I've blogged in various ways for a very long time. I used to allow people to read my class-required journals in middle school, racy thoughts and all. I didn't care, as there was nothing terribly embarrassing to me in there, and they got a kick out of it. For a while towards the end of high school and the first couple years of college, I kept an email list of a handful of people to which I would send various essays (sometimes horrifically written) for a mass audience.
For me, this kind of writing is therapeutic. My mind is usually a fucking mess. Think of it like a stomach... if you over-fill it and don't relieve it, you have discomfort and maybe an involuntary release of some sort. My mind works like that. I cram so much into my head through all the reading and thinking I do, plus the other stimulations associated with the human experience... sometimes it feels like it's going to burst.
Sometimes, especially when I don't blog for a while, I have problems with sleeping. I'll be absolutely exhausted, but I'll lay down and my mind will go about 1,000 miles a second. I'll over-analyze every interaction and experience of the day. I'll set out goals for the next day, the next month, then the next year, then the next ten. Then, sometimes, I get on random tangents. Like, when I played the big jackpots of the weekly lottery every once in a while, I'd seriously lay in bed and think about how to divy up my future winnings. See, I knew the money wasn't coming, but I still had a plan to buy every one of my friends a house, after I bought one for my parents, one for us, paid off my school loans and got myself a big fat convertible from the early 1970s.
Blogging helps me sort, helps me organize, helps me dump junk, helps me relax and helps me clear my mind for the next day. Sometimes, I use it to express deeper thoughts. Sometimes, I use it to bitch. Sometimes, it apparently entertains people. So, drop a comment and congratulate me on my accomplishment of 250 blogs. That's 1/4 of 1,000, you know. Let me know you're out there, somewhere. Sometimes I forget.
Just like a crappy suburban soccer-game with feel-good hippie-esque coaches: everybody wins.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on April 21, 2006 12:59 AM | Permalink
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