Lesson Learned.

So, I've talked to a few friends in the last couple weeks who've asked what's up, I tell them we're moving, and they say, "Yeah, I know, I read your blog." Oh. "You...saw that, huh? The tantrum and all? Heh heh heh..." I'm suprised, flattered, and a little mortified at how many people actually read it--the mortified part because they read my seriously ridiculous diatribe. I hope I've really learned my lesson, not to blog when I'm in a dangerous mood, because it's embarrassing later to know that people witnessed it. Oh, and a note: I like reading all your blogs, too, so keep doin' it!

I was thinking about blogging today. I think it's like the reality show craze. People blog about everyday junk that's really nothing extraordinary; that's how a lot of reality t.v. is, too. For example, one of my favorites: "Jon and Kate Plus Eight." It was extraordinary during the first few shows about them, because, dang, they had eight kids under the age of five. All those diapers, blah, blah, blah. Now, you still get some of that, like how they do Christmas, vacations, etc. But they also take the time to talk about the infection in Jon's eye. And they show them shopping. Without the kids. This is now two people whom we have never met, browsing aimlessly in Gap.

But we watch. Why?

Because it's on T.V.

I think it's the same thing with blogging. There's something more intriguing about going to a website to find out what's going on with your friends rather than just calling them. (And, of course, it's impossible to get ahold of a lot of people, anyway. I think I'm the only loser I know who actually answers the phone.) And when you type it (and publish it--what a great word!), somehow it turns it into a story, a saga, something whose magic would be diminished if you just spoke it.

Blogging turns our lives into ongoing autobiographies.