I've been ruminating the last few days about why people blog? In particular I've been wondering about cat blogs! Yep, quite by chance I've come across a plethora of blogs written about cats! I haven't been able to scrutinise all of them as there are about a zillion on Blogger alone. I felt quite disheartened really as I thought mine was unique! Then I realised these blogs were actually written by Fluffy and Furball and Fui and Eric - the cats themselves??? Stunned, I felt I should take Austin aside and question him closely about his credentials.
If there are cats out there in the blogosphere who can sit at a computer and write interestingly about the minutiae of their day to day life, why, for goodness sake, have I been landed with a mog whose main ambition in life is to stalk, catch, subdue and imprison his own tail? It didn't seem fair. Perhaps I could take him back to the rescue centre and ask for an upgrade to the technocat model? You can do upgrades, I know. I've done it with my cell phone. It's not as if Tigger could step in and fill the void either. He seems to have permanent brain damage caused by continually head-butting the door, which he feels should be open to him at all times for the purpose of food accessibility. I'm sure that in a previous life he was one of those tropical fish that used to hoover up all the plankton and extraneous baby guppies from the bottom of the fish tank. His mouth is always open and his girth is ever spreading!
So, some cats might blog, mine obviously have more important things on their collective tiny mind. What about blogging generally then? Why do people like me do it? I know that quite a lot of famous people blog, so perhaps it's some forlorn hope that by doing the same thing one will become famous! It's a valid point. I mean if I wrote all this meaningless trivia on Word or Notepad or something similar, the only person who's likely to read it, is me - or whoever the poor s*d is who has to clear up my affairs after I snuff it! Let's face it, there's no fun in writing just for yourself is there? Perhaps it's loneliness - or aloneness? (I feel a digression coming on!) The sense of community we fondly think we remember seems to have been sacrificed on the altar of rampant individualism. The reason for that was going to form the basis of a thesis at one time, but as Individualism places great value on privacy, I didn't feel I would make much progress if I couldn't find individuals to talk to me!
So, without meaning to we have created new communities, virtual ones, where we can find like-minded sympathetic folk, not restricted by geography, who we can love, hate, annoy, tease, deceive, sweet talk and build lasting friendships with and then switch off when we've had enough. Yeah, love it :>)
OR, as I started to say before I interrupted myself, for bloggers, by putting it out there in cyberspace, there's an added frisson, the hope, however remote, that someone from Simon and Schuster will stumble across your fine words, your erudite ramblings, your intimate thoughts and find them enchanting, humourous, informative, whatever, and catapault you into the literary stratosphere. Fame and fortune and Richard and Judy beckon! Dream on baby ....