I don’t know how it started. All I know is how I started. All I know is where I was when it all started. At best, I know where I will be as turns into a pile of petrified horse shit. There was a time when blogging meant a chance for us to be liberated from the silence that prevents us from screaming out hearts out in the middle of the street. Now, it’s just become one hugely commercialized race for the 15 minutes of fame, product endorsements and very bored lifeless people with too much time on their hands.
In some ways, it is inevitable. When small isolated communities that find themselves “freed” by the relative distance of anonymity and lack of serious and obvious consequences, there is no telling what can be accomplished. Yet, small communities without giving themselves an outlet to a bigger world often find that eventually, there is only a finite amount of resource that one can use in a community before it becomes old stale news.
Bloggers I know counter this by being themselves. They use whatever they do best in life. They draw inspiration to write from their work and their life experience. As a result, while it might not be the absolute answer to life, whatever that’s written is still something that people find connective and quite often appreciated by those who read it. As Steve Rubel puts it:
“They focus on a greater goal that they share with their own circle of readers and other bloggers”
There are however, those who seek sensationalism and active hostility for absolutely no reason. People who out from nowhere would serve to put down others for their own sense of amusement purely for the hits generated as the sparks fly. Those that do nothing to advance any discussion but serve to be the arsonist that dances around their fiery masterpiece. People who take blogging so seriously, that they forget where it ends and life begins. Unfortunately, while I would like to believe the bulk of the small community is filled by the former bunch of blogger, the reality is that for the most part, putrid chunks of shit don’t really have anywhere to go…so it gets worse.
The isolated blogging communities in which I built my blogging life on has become the septic tank full of shit that collects and digests more crap until one day it’s going to collapse under it’s own filth and there isn’t anyone left to clean it up. Who would want to anyway?
It is a far cry from the diversity that defines the rest of the blogosphere. Yes there is still bucketloads of horse manure out there, but because there is just so much to go for on the outside, that shit gets spread around. It doesn’t really stink up the place with the constant near personal attacks for no good reason aside from just because you disagree with it. And sometimes, with a little bit of luck, some spread out shit actually makes good fertilizer for something much better than just puerile shameless gossip.
Of course, at the end of the day, you can either take my word for it or dismiss it as another pile of shit. My words are as they always were, just another thought that couldn’t afford me running around main street…loudly. But if there is a point that is to be made from all this, I just want those days of fun and freedom back without wading knee deep, through someone else’s crap.
I think a lot of us would like that as well.