I think of this blog as sort of a digital, real time way to show people what is going on in my brain. My hope is that, by reading this blog, you can know what I think about. Or, at least, part of what I think about. I don’t think this blog is designed for the reader to know me or understand me. I am actually very adverse to people trying to figure me out. It seems like a violation. What I’ve noticed about my blogging this year is that I blog, almost totally, about stuff I find important. Politics, social injustices, issues that matter to me. I also blog about video games and movies and books because those things matter to me to0. I consider those things art. Whether they are or aren’t are is debatable. I find these things interesting. Do I hope you find them interesting? Yes, I hope you do. But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t write this blog for you. I write this blog for myself and I hope you enjoy it. Did I open the door for the woman because I wanted to do something nice? Or did I open the door because I didn’t want to feel guilty? It doesn’t matter. The door opened up. I’m sure we could have a long conversation about that one.
So, then, why do people worry so much about stuff I don’t worry about? Miley Cyrus is a slut now? Who cares. Some movie star person is cheating on another movie star, or some chick is pregnant? Hey, news flash. You have sex, you get pregnant. The female body is weird like that. Or music? Why do people care about music? Everyone knows that the best album ever made was Pearl Jam’s “Vesus” that was also named “Pearl Jam” after the band changed the name. Everyone knows that. Or cars or sports. Sports? Here is a re-telling of every major sports event in history. Some guy got the ball, he put the ball in the goal, he scored! They win! Boring. Why do people care about things that I don’t care about?
I think it all has to do with one, large conversation. It is a huge party. Before the internets, the party was small, intimate groupings of people hanging together and talking briefly. Now it is a massive party, with anyone with a laptop tossing out the two cents. This is a good thing. The unimportant is only unimportant to people who don’t understand the importance of what you find important. I’ve realized that this year. I might not understand, or care, about Jersey Shore. But I won’t hate on you for liking it. I might not be your friend, though. There’s a good chance of that.