I read a pretty interesting article not so long ago. OK, it was a few weeks back but I’m just getting around to writing about it. Excuse me for living.
The article was written by a 20-something writer who (says she) regrets writing about some of the things she shared on her personal blog and elsewhere on the internet. In the end many commenters decided that she was a narcissistic, talentless hipster. Still, I found it intriguing in some respects.
What got me to thinking the most was the part in the beginning when she describes her boyfriend’s reaction to some of her posts. I must say that I’ve found myself in the same situation once or twice, where I’ve written something that I thought was perfectly benign but Mr. Rizzuto had different ideas. Actually, Mr. Rizzuto thinks all bloggers are narcissistic, talentless hipsters. I tell him he doesn’t understand my art.
After reading and thinking about it I took stock of what I blog about and, more importantly, what I leave out. I never blog about work, that’s for dang sure. I don’t blog about my sex life, except when Orlando is involved. (I don’t know if you guys know this though, but most of that stuff is made up. OK, all of it. Sorry to disappoint.) You don’t know my real name, Mr. Rizzuto’s real name or my kids names. You’ve never seen my picture, except for my ass, which is not a very accurate representation. I wrote about a co-worker once, but I set it to private because I felt guilty. You do know about Puppy Rizzuto’s medical issues, but I don’t think she has a problem with me talking about that.
I guess I feel pretty comfortable that not much of this stuff will come back to bite me in the ass. To me blogging is really just a writing exercise, not much more. That makes me cool, right? They’re already talking about this chica getting a movie deal. Where’s my movie deal?
Seriously though, I’m a little worried that the fact that I blog at all makes me a self-absorbed asshole. I wonder if any other bloggers feel like self-absorbed assholes? Well? Do ya? Discuss.