Reasons why I write

The other day, my friend and I were talking about blogs and blogging and the subject of readership and popularity came up, as it will when you have this awesome cool stats page available to you and she asked me if anyone actually read this thing. The truthful answer is no, not really. I get people cruising in from various places, but it’s not linked anywhere and generally, the daily count is under ten, usually under five. (Unless it’s something controversial, like the Golden Compass. Or knitting related, because knitters are everywhere.)

I don’t care about that.

This blog is one of the many places for me to write in. True, I do write as if someone will come along and read it and so it’s not as deeply personal as, say, my paper journal, but that’s a necessity of the public aspect of wordpress.

I made the decision to keep this accessible to others as a way for me to practice being honest. Expressing myself to others has always been difficult, so I’ve used the public nature of the blogging world to open up, even if it’s opening up to a vast vacuum of silence. The point is, it’s out there and the thought is that if I have it written down where anyone might see it, maybe it will become easier to talk to people that I actually know in the real world.

So if we start comparing, you’ll probably come out on top, but I don’t mind.

(I am amused that this is being filed under “Introduction” even though it’s nowhere near the start.)