Not only have I seen this as a recurrent (and often early) post throughout the world of blogs, but I’ve written it myself in the past: “I write for me, and me alone.” I wonder why there’s this apparent need to affirm ones reasons for writing, to clarify that it’s “just for me” and further, I’ve always harbored an uncertainty about how true it really is. I’m well aware of the vanity I possess, the self-centered nature I embrace, but if my words are only meant for me than why am I writing here instead of in a journal offline? These are all questions and curiosities I’ve mulled over plenty in the past, and my answers have varied from one rumination to another; in fact, if I were to go back and find all of the different ways I’ve come to look at it the contradictions would be endless.
My View Now
I write for myself. And I write to connect, though I find time and effort spent interacting with people to be a drain, no matter how enjoyable the experience or how likable the person(s). As previously mentioned, I’m vain, with some (large) part of me screaming that what goes on in my head matters enough to be put on display, that my thoughts, insights, opinions, values, and beliefs are valuable, and can even appeal to others.
I guess that’s a substantial part of why I write where others can see: I’m putting pieces of myself on display, with every sentence, every paragraph, every post. Why question it? Most of the time the wondering and the doubts are just insecurity. I try not to let doubt, insecurity, or uncertainty hold me back or confuse me though, so as far as all this contemplation goes… it doesn’t hurt to indulge in every once in a while and it isn’t completely useless, but that’s exactly what it is: an indulgence.
Gems for the Reader (You didn‘t forget I was Vain, did you?)
Do what you do and don’t over-think it.
Don’t plan the person you are, just be the person you are.
(Originally Posted Here on April 1st, 2013)