On Blogging

I always ask myself these days who I am writing to here. I ask because I write here so much more often than I have in my journals since the time I was thirteen. I check the counter on my blog compulsively, to see if he who I'm writing to has seen what I've left for him. I hope relentlessly that this may just be the day that he has decided to write back a 'new comment.'

If I could describe 'him,' I suppose he would be my perfect friend...that imaginary friend some of us may have had at one time. The one who always listened, understood, was thirsty to hear more, loved me not just despite but for my faults, etc, etc...

There is a filter that comes with writing here. I'm sure there is an unofficial bible of what is 'bloggable' and what isn't already posted on the web. Actually, http://www.tipjunkie.com/2008/05/blog-etiquette-or-blogtiquette.html.

It's a fascinating medium actually, something apparently so honest and raw, yet possibly deceivingly so. It is, after all, for my best friend whose opinion I treasure deeply. I want him to know the real me, yet I want so badly for him to keep loving me the way I imagine he does.