Graf #3
Blog Hunt Graf
I’ll admit it – I’ve become a blog addict. Rarely when I come in to work on my blog do I leave before I click on the little button in the right corner taking me to the next blog. I skip some, the ones about sports or music or books. Not that I’m not interested, but it isn’t what I come to read.
Last night while specifically researching blogs for this graf, I came upon one that is strictly a site for confessions. They have each of the seven sins categorized so that you can confess under the correct heading. That must be important to some. For others, there’s the miscellaneous catch all (like a junk drawer) when you’re just not sure where your sin fits.
I stayed at that site for a long time peering into the lives of others. It felt a lot like pornography in some respects. You see so much of a person in their confessions. Most were about cheating or wondering if partners were cheating. There were quite a few from lovers betrayed confessing their desire to inflict the same sort of pain on their ex partners.
I read for a while. I followed a few links to the personality profiles of the few that added their links (but signed their posts anonymously). I wondered about my fascination with looking into someone’s life and wondered too about their having left the blinds opened for me to do just that. I thought about my blog and what it says of me between all of those lines. Decided that it didn’t matter, their reasons or my reflection. What’s interesting to me is that I can move my mouse around in my own house, find a window to some corner of the world and see someone peering back at me.
I’ll admit it – I’ve become a blog addict. Rarely when I come in to work on my blog do I leave before I click on the little button in the right corner taking me to the next blog. I skip some, the ones about sports or music or books. Not that I’m not interested, but it isn’t what I come to read.
Last night while specifically researching blogs for this graf, I came upon one that is strictly a site for confessions. They have each of the seven sins categorized so that you can confess under the correct heading. That must be important to some. For others, there’s the miscellaneous catch all (like a junk drawer) when you’re just not sure where your sin fits.
I stayed at that site for a long time peering into the lives of others. It felt a lot like pornography in some respects. You see so much of a person in their confessions. Most were about cheating or wondering if partners were cheating. There were quite a few from lovers betrayed confessing their desire to inflict the same sort of pain on their ex partners.
I read for a while. I followed a few links to the personality profiles of the few that added their links (but signed their posts anonymously). I wondered about my fascination with looking into someone’s life and wondered too about their having left the blinds opened for me to do just that. I thought about my blog and what it says of me between all of those lines. Decided that it didn’t matter, their reasons or my reflection. What’s interesting to me is that I can move my mouse around in my own house, find a window to some corner of the world and see someone peering back at me.
posted by millay at 9:32 PM
4 Comments:
Usually this assignment gets people to report on other people's blogs, which is sort of what I ask, I guess--you've done something much better and harder and something I should be thinking about explicitly incorporating into the assignment, which is focus on yourself not the foreign blog. That's more worth doing and avoids all the easy judgmentalism.
Can I link to this as a model?
sure...standing authorization to use any of my stuff that you'd like, however you'd like. It's flattering and nice that you ask.
Actually, it's not nice--it's a way of heading off a lawsuit. In the real world south of Kittery or maybe these days south of Augusta, I'd have you sign papers the lawyer drew up.
Anyway, it's already on my website.
amy I agree, this whole blogging thing is so new to me but I can't sit down with out searching. Which means when I sit down here, I'm here for the long hall.
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