I've never quite written a blog. I don't think I understand their point. To me a blog I yet another form of exploitation of oneself. A way to write down the ideas you have about anything just so you are limited on your expression by the words themselves. Share any thought you might have to the world and get a simple reply, share an expression of how you feel by means of art and get a plethora of different understandings of what you feel. Words are the most limiting factors in expression. If blogging wasn't part of a school assignment I doubt I would ever type up my own little day-to-day sob story. Who really cares? I know I don't.
Blogs also remind me of desperation for attention. I dislike the fact that when I go on to youtube the first thing I see are video blogs. Who in their right mind would sit there and listen to complete strangers talk about how their new birth control is working for them or how well they look naked in the mirror after working out in a gym? Who would want to read all the stupid things on my mind? I doubt my friends would even care to listen to all my crazy ideas. Heck I don't even like listening myself think I can only imagine what a voice to my thoughts.
The whole world would find itself looking over any of my blogs and not thinking twice on clicking the home button on their window or closing the screen all together. Nothing that I have to say is important. Nothing about politics, the wellness of animals, genetic mutations, or chemical warfare. It would most likely be about how unaffected I am by society and how nothing really matters as long as you're happy. Thats what life is about. SCREW EVERYTHING ELSE JUST DO WHAT COMES NATURAL.
Who ever wants to read this good luck. My audience is myself. I do this blog for myself, “expressing my freedom of speech”. My freedom of speech to say screw society, screw what anyone says, and screw anyone who asks me to change who I am. This is me and how I write enjoy it.
Contradictory.
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