As much as we reveal in our blogging, we also intentionally conceal a lot. I’m sure it’s not just me. I prefer to not expose the rusting underbody of our lives to the world at large.
I do not blog about every tiff I have with my husband or anyone else. I don’t go into the sordid details of every passing virus, sniffle, or stomach ache. Or the gory details of our lack-of-financial life.
Why not? Because it’s no one’s business but ours — and also, because it’s not very interesting. Whining is boring. My own included.
I know people who are in constant crisis mode and post all of it on Facebook. They present themselves as the most unlucky people on Earth because everything always happens to them.
A pipe breaks? “OMG we’re doomed!”
Flu strikes? “Why am I afflicted by the gods? Why is the universe punishing me?”
A lost cell phone? “The sky is falling, the sky is falling.”
The other day, it struck me that we (and probably you, too) have as many of these bumps in your road of life as anyone else. Maybe more. We just don’t document each and every one … unless they make a good story. It’s always worth the virtual ink if I can make someone laugh.
Part of the pleasure of blogging is we get to present ourselves and our lives in a positive way. Unless you blog for sympathy and some people do. In our virtual world, we can be our best, most entertaining selves. If this presentation conceals our pain and misery and gives others a skewed idea of us? Who says “full disclosure” is what blogging is about?
Writing about all the grimy and grim details of day-to-day life is like posting ugly selfies. Why in the world would anyone want to do that?
I’d rather make you laugh. I’d rather make me laugh, too. And maybe, just sometimes, maybe (along the way) I make a point or two worth thinking about.