Blogging has always been something that I loved. But it's something I've never been good at doing. Maybe it's the consistency aspect, because it isn't the sharing aspect. Perhaps it's a sense of inferiority, or a pressure to perform... to be the best, the funniest, the most "engaging." People today look to create "content," which, personally, comes across so cold, calculated... manufactured.
When sharing on social media became something that people did, say the mid-2000s or so, things weren't so curated. They were real, sometimes embarrassing, sometimes exaggerated, but always authentic. Turning on social media today is like watching a never ending stream of commercials, trying to get you to buy a version of the person that only exists on the screen.
Of course, this plastic reality leaves us all feeling hollow and empty because it is hollow and empty. So many people, especially teens, long for a time they never experienced: the 1990s. The time BEFORE social media's dominance. A time when people were more genuine... more human and nuanced.
That's why I wanted to try blogging again. It's almost a journal, not romanticizing my life, but, existing authentically in a world that is become less and less so. In a way, I suppose this is an experiment. A way to test my dedication to documenting my life and journey after this point.
I'm staring out of my window this morning, watching the grey clouds bring rain and I felt it was the right time to type out something, anything. Use my voice, yell into the void and not wait for an echo. Not demand a like, a follow, a little heart emoji. This will find who it finds. It will resonate with those drawn to a simpler way of life.
