Why We Blog.

Why We Blog

Sometimes, blogging punches you in the face. Hard. And sometimes it lifts you up on a cloud of cotton candy while unicorns play hit songs from the 90’s and angels pour you glasses of champagne. Sometimes, I spend hours writing and rewriting a blog trying to make it hilarious and relatable. I think to myself “You’ve done it this time old girl. This post is the bees knees. Brava!” (Also, I’m frequently wearing a top hat while I say that.) And then…nothing. No one comments, no one “likes” it, no one cares. And I have to wonder why I even blogged in the first place. I mean, what’s the point for blog’s sake! If hardly anyone reads it, why bother writing it at all?

Why bother writing it at all? Why bother writing it at all? (She shrills incredulously at herself for asking that question). I’ll tell you why.  I blog because even when I’m disappointed that no one reads something I was proud of writing- I’m still proud I wrote it. It’s still something I created. It’s like, I gave birth to a really ugly baby that no one wants to be around because they are so uncomfortable about how ugly the baby is, but that doesn’t mean I love it any less. Even if I’m the only one who thinks I’m hilarious and witty but also has a social conscious who is also really kind to old people and makes delicious latkes, well…I lost track of what I was saying. Those latkes are really good. Oh yes, even if I am the only one who thinks those things about myself and my writing, well, hells bells, at least I have that. And also my Mom reads this blog and tells me she really likes it and that I’m hilarious and witty and have a social conscious and that I’m nice to old people but she’s never tried my latkes- so there. My Mom and I are really proud of the kind of writer I am. And that’s not pathetic because I’m an adult and adults are allowed to use their Mothers for justification. If this were a playground that argument would have been lame. But it’s not. So…yeah.

When I started this blog, I had no idea what I wanted my “voice” to be. I also had no idea how discouraging blogging could be. And also, I didn’t know how thrilling and fulfilling (if it’s rhymes it’s true) blogging could be. Basically, there was a lot, like, a LOT, I didn’t know. But, now I know. And sure, there is still a lot more for me to learn about writing, but hey, I’ll learn it. Because even when blogging is literally punching the shiz out of my face and spitting on my soul with contempt, I still really love doing it, and I still really love what I write.

To sum up what I’m trying to say, I’ll just quote a few inspirational pop song lyrics. Blogging, you are the wind beneath my wings, with you, I believe I can fly, you raise me up, and I can’t help falling in love with you.

(Even when you make me cry because no one thinks I’m funny and then I start laughing at how ridiculous I am and write a blog about it no one else thinks is funny. Huh. I’m starting to see the cyclical nature of our relationship….)

27 thoughts on “Why We Blog.

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  3. Reblogged this on Suazmopolitan and commented:
    so spot on… and congrats to @girlcontrary for getting this post on @Blog_ologues – they did a great job on it. I aspire to get one of my posts in there hands!

  4. Hahaha, you have to be eternally aware of the fact that you are a brilliant writer. You’ve always been able to write hilarious posts that are not only socially responsible but are also reader-friendly (expcept maybe on those occasions when you call us jerks; but we really are being jerks then, so I suppose it’s constructive criticism).

    Keep up the fantastic work, I look forward to reading your Nobel Prize acceptance blog and the review of how the award ceremony went!

    • Oh you. Flattery will get you a mention in my Nobel acceptance speech. Thanks! ;)

  5. I LOVED this post ;) Comical and also motivational. I started my own blog recently and can definitely relate to the deflating feeling of posting something I’m proud of and watching my Stats do absolutely nothing :(

    But there are good days when random strangers google “Costco Rotisserie Chicken” or “Guard Dogs at Dump” and end up on my page. Those are the good days!

    • Thanks! Congrats on your blog, keep writing no matter what. It took me ages to get people reading my blog but every post was so worth it!

  6. (Like)

    I really, really, REALLY like your blog. I try to read every blog you post and from now on I promise I’ll write something in your comment box

    • Aww, thanks! You don’t have to comment if you don’t feel compelled to though- it means a lot that you read it at all!

  7. I’ve just find your blog on this huge and so little blogosphere and I have to say that I like no, I love YOUR Blog ! You can be very proud of yourself, just like your mom is, I’m sure about it, about your writing style ! You are funny and guess what… I think I’m jealous of you right now. I would love to have your inner sense of writing !!
    So every time you are doubting about your blog, just think about the one who just like me, are trying to have a such lovely blog like yours… ;)

  8. I always think you’re funny. I may not mention it as much as I should because my wife is starting to get jealous of how much I talk about you. If you hear I’ve been talking smack about you, remember that’s only for my wife’s benefit.

    • No worries! You should tell her I’m passe and unoriginal. Also, that you heard I have one janky ear. Oh, and a lazy eye. Oh, and caveman feet.

  9. I’ve had this same violent, internal, domestic dispute over and over again. Basically, every time I write a blog that only 4 people look at, and every time I read over part of a story that I’ve written too soon after I’ve written it.

    The writing is what it’s all about. Getting those thoughts out, and constructing them in a way that at least keeps *you* entertained. Cause really, screw all those other people! I’ll entertain myself!

    And also? I’m always reading. Your name in bold in my RSS feed makes me happy :)

    • Thanks!! You are absolutely right, it IS all about the writing. But, I’m glad to know you read too…. :)

  10. People are finicky and sometimes won’t comment if you’ve made them think to hard. lol.. sometimes it’s as easy as the tic for tac on one anothers blogs (you don’t write a comment so they don’t) or maybe, MAYBE you have just dropped too large a brain bomb on them and the lack of comment is the preverbial BOOM ripple. maybe.

    For me I type out a comment (usually) when I have something to say. So perhaps it’s because we agree so much that we leave the post well enough alone (thining – why yes, that is true. well. that’s all there is to say about that.).

    Also happens that i read blogs on my work breaks, so sometimes i run short on time :D But rest assured GotC, you are well liked in the bloggosphere (you get t-shirts and that might turn into love. just sayin’.)

    • Thank! I will get to work on those t-shirts!

      Also, you are so right, I need to comment on the blogs I love a LOT more. It’s all about reciprocity. ;)

  11. I know how you feel about blogging. My blogs determine how I feel for the day. If it was good, then its a good. If it sucked or was lackluster, so will be the day. I can’t go a day without writing something… I need it now.

    And just so you know… I always read your stuff. I find you hilarious. You are one blog that I gotta read!
    So its now you, your mother, and me that think your funny!
    Go Mama Contrary!

    • My Mom is going to love the nickname “Mama Contrary”. Thanks so always being so supportive! You should know I always read your blog as well!

  12. Liking and commenting, look. Actually, I tried to like, but it seems not to have worked!

    I’ve been stuffed full on ennui recently and become a Stalker not a Commenter. Shall try to do better.

  13. The phrase “odd little duck” comes to mind. :)

    For the record: even though I don’t always comment or “Like” I do read regularly (Subscribed, yo!) and I always enjoy your blog. I just don’t want to come off all stalkerish about it. (I’m an odd little duck too.)

    • Ah, yes. The phrase “odd little duck” has been a constant companion of mine since childhood. We’ve grown quite close.

      Thanks for always reading! It is much appreciated.


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