Blogging helps me uncover pieces of myself. Sometimes I start writing with the intent to say one thing, and something completely different emerges from the experience. It’s like me getting to know me better. Just like wandering around a park, or driving around taking random turns just because you’ve never been that way before and it is a nice night…
Do you ever wonder where thoughts come from? I mean, how do I come up with the things I write? They just sort of appear in my brain and that fascinates me. Okay, so, I am a nerd who likes science and math so all this creativity and brain function talk makes me want to watch a Discovery Channel special on the magic of the human brain.
Anyhow, my point was about learning though blogging. Not only do I give readers a chance to learn more about their favorite Katie (it’s okay to laugh at this- I’m no one’s favorite Katie), but I give myself a chance to learn about myself and about the people who read and comment on my posts. Just so you know, I like that part of blogging. To me there is almost no better flattery than when someone enjoys something I’ve written. I feel my quality of writing has suffered, which upsets me. Overall, blogging pleases me.
Comments are welcome and feedback is critical. I never would have guessed that anyone really cared what I write about until I started receiving comments. I like to pepper this blog with equal amounts humor, wit, and fun and sensitive, soul-bearing introspection. I open myself up to the potential for criticism, and I’ve received it–harshly. I’ve also received encouragement. But I also learn what people like to read (and how well they know me)–and let me tell you, everyone is different. Some of my favorite posts have received the least amount of talk–and some of the random BS the most. (what would you consider this post? will it generate buzz? oh my! FIREFLIES!)
I never banked on my family finding or reading this blog, but sure enough it happened. The dilemma one faces when confronted with offending family and friends with self-truths and opinions that may be contradictory to their image of me is difficult. All in all, I had to make a choice to be true to myself. I can’t be someone I’m not and I can’t hide who I am. Of course, there are extremes and there is still a matter of respect. I will listen to anyone who shares with me. I never aim to hurt or offend. (well, I aim to offend with crude humor, but that’s funny.)
And speaking of naked, I realized that with the blinds up and lights on you can see pretty clearly into my apartment. Yes, I am ugly naked guy (well, girl.)
You’re my favorite Katie!!