Just the other day, an old blogging friend of mine spoke up about restarting his old blog. Like me, he had a blog he updated regularly that was popular, and yet as time passed he eventually shut it down. I actually had two that did well (one after the other) and eventually shut them all down. Mostly, my old blogs were fitness and life oriented.
The first blog, I shut down because I was tired of dealing with the trolls (some of which actually turned out to be relatives of mine, that I have nothing to do with now. Ain’t genetics grand?) You can have a thick skin, but eventually you just ask yourself why you’re bothering to do this at all. So, pfft! Done.
Then I missed writing, got the bug again, and started a new one. It wasn’t nearly as popular, but it still had a big enough draw. I remember doing a lot of thinking at the time about why we write blogs; is it for ourselves, or are we seeking popularity (similar to how some people get all twitterpated over the amount of likes/followers on Instagram and that sort of thing)? I eventually realized it was kind of both. We write for ourselves, but we’re also hoping people will come along that we can connect with a little bit too; that we’re not just shouting out into the Aether, never receiving a response.
I feel old saying this, but “back then” (lordy) people still connected with each other through blogs and comments, and it was a way to feel less isolated. Eventually, I gave in and joined the dark side, aka Facebook, and I became part of the great migration to the short, but faster contact movement. That sounded dirty and disappointing, all at the same time. Hmm. Oddly accurate, when it comes to Facebook, I suppose?
Social media rose, blogs declined, I shut my second blog down and just worked through Facebook, sorta connecting to people. But somewhere in all of that, something was lost. We got to know some people more, but other people less because it was just too easy for a post to “go viral” and then folks would pile on so fast. Too fast for the original person to really put together a well thought out front that they wanted to present, and no way to control the narrative. Instead, Facebook (and Twitter, and whatever else) has become a fast-paced, short-syllable sort of lightning round where no one listens and ppl dnt evn spl anymore, because it apparently doesn’t matter.
Well, it turns out that it matters to me.
Also, I am one of those people who refuses to use textspeak. Because it’s stupid. We have WORDS people. Full-on freakin’ words. I drive my kids (20, 18 – so not really kids anymore) nuts because my texts to them are complete sentences. I don’t care. Maybe full words are my generation’s “Get off my lawn!”
So, my blogging-bug is back. I’m now in a position where I want to write again, but… but… where did everyone go? Some say they all went to Instagram and Twitter, Snapchat… whatever the next big app/platform is. Is that true? And if so, does that mean that we have stopped reading anything longer than a few cute or quippy sentences? I tried looking for feeds (on Feedly), and those are also missing or the blogs that are there under certain categories haven’t been posted in for a long time, neglected and possibly abandoned.
Well, even if it’s just to the Aether: I’M HERE. I’m back. I’m completely lost trying to figure out WordPress (I used Blogger before.)