I Blog Because--

I blog because I’m an idiot.

The Internet has created a world, where we have virtual friendships and virtual lives. So, it  makes sense I write in my diary on the Internet.

My blog is more than a diary where I write about my boyfriend and complain.  If there’s one thing I’ve learned while taking classes at college, it’s how to observe the world around me and to write about it.

I’ve learned you will look like an idiot sometimes. I’m the type of person that will realize her shirt’s on inside out at 2 in the afternoon. I have had my share idiotic moments, and I’m sure I’m not done writing about them.

I wish I could say I started blogging to get my name out there, or to make a difference, or to practice writing, but I actually started because my boyfriend took a class on Tuesday nights.

Bored+Cassidy=Blogging.

I started writing it, because I was bored, but I also felt I had something to say. Of course, I’ve also written a blog about not having anything to say ” I think all the time, and never have a damn thing to say. “

I’ve written blogs about sexiness, “When the weather gets nice, the clothes come off, and the sexual chemistry and tension bubbles over the beaker,” getting lost “I made a left, because it felt so right,” and high school reunion syndrome, “it’s like going back to high school, because you’re comparing yourself to the girls who can scarf down chicken wings and pizza and not gain a pound. God, I hate them.”

I started blogging because writing took my mind off the stresses of school and life. The only people I ever thought would read it would be my friends on Facebook. When I wrote about tattoos, I received a new reader whom I have never met.

That was so cool. That’s why I keep writing, because I believe people are reading my life like a book. I’m ok with them reading my life like a book, because I’m a really lousy liar and I’m an idiot for trying.

 I was sure only people I knew read my blog. I guess it was dumb to think that if I put my entry online, only my friends would find it.

Writing has always been something I’ve enjoyed like singing or acting, because it allowed me to escape from the life I was living. Not that the life I was living was bad, but sometimes life just gets hard.  When I was 9, I wrote a fractured fairytale about Cinderella, it wasn’t finished until 14 pages later.

I’ve been meaning to write about this on my blog, but haven’t figured out the way I wanted to put it yet. 

I’ve realized, writing is a lot like putting yourself on stage. Sometimes you come out a star, and other times you come out looking unprepared. Usually, that’s because you are. That’s one of the moments being an idiot is humiliating. But sometimes, you need to look like an idiot to learn your lesson. I know if I hadn’t made some of the mistakes I’ve made, I would’ve never learned from them, like the time I put my iPod in the washer. 

Not my finest moment.

I think some of the best blogs are written on a spur of the moment, kind of like life. When we make a decision in life, sometimes we’re stuck with the decision we’ve made. But with blogs, we can edit and assess what we’ve done.  

When I was a kid, I wasn’t encouraged to write. Now, that I have the chance, I feel like I’m making up for lost time and editing my life story. I’m constantly editing my life story like I’m constantly editing my blog.

Now let me clarify why I am an idiot for blogging—because I think people will actually give a damn about what I have to say.

But being a story teller is something I love to do, and that’s what I choose to do on my blog. Writing a blog, I’ve made my mistakes and shared them or will share my future screwups. 

If that doesn’t make me an idiot, I don’t know what does.