State of the Blog

Well, it's been a couple weeks since I started this blog. I came in with few expectations, saw those expectations rise dramatically, and then came to realize that my lofty goals were not quite within perspective. At first, I really only meant for this to be some sort of online diary: a place to express my thoughts, my ideas, and perhaps an entertaining anecdote or two about my life. I for one feel that life is full of stories; think of all the amazing stories in your life that you've never told anyone. Then, realize that every single person in this world has just as many stories as you. Think of all the stories we'll never know; all the tales of every day life that we shall never be able to witness in our entire lifetimes.

To share these stories was my original goal; all I wanted was to share a small portion of my life with those who would listen. I hoped many would be my friends, to give them a chance to see certain facets of my life and thought processes that they themselves perhaps had not observed. And yet, with each story, with each post, I became more and more consumed with the idea that perhaps this could become something more than just my own little medium to release my rants. Perhaps this could be a place where ideas could flow; where people would intermingle with their thoughts and dreams, and perhaps say all the things that they cannot say in person. With every hit count, I grew more anxious. With every new visitor, I came to expect greater things (yes, I know all of this information. It's called Google Analytics, it's like magic). I began to put up ads to track impressions on my site, added Google Analytics to measure how often people accessed my site. I scoured the net searching for add-ins and templates which I could apply to my blog. Yet I feel that much of this has become, unnecessary.

I was hoping that by now, there would be more people that would be willing to speak out. More people that would be willing to engage in conversation. More people that would be willing to express their likes and dislikes, and whether they enjoy reading my rants or are annoyed by my "advertising" (which consists of facebook statuses and word-of-mouth). Perhaps my expectations became too high. Perhaps I became too wrapped up in the process that I forgot to maintain my perspective. Perhaps I was too entranced by the skyrocketing number of page-views (which unbeknownst to me was probably mostly done by myself at various different locations).

But, no matter. I guess I will continue doing as I planned on when I first embarked on this voyage. For a while there, I was writing simply because I believed that if I didn't write, someone would be disappointed. Yet, I feel now that such is not the case. As such, I now only write when I feel like it. When I have something that I feel I need or truly want to comment on. Much as I would hope for others to come forward and join me in this world of self-expression, I will not hold my breath. I tell you it is an experience unlike any other; to be able to let out all of the things that perhaps you could never tell to someone else face-to-face.

I guess I can end this post with a video like always. But this one has absolutely nothing to do with the post at hand, but whatev, not like I care. Thus, I give to you a clip from Lewis Black's "Red, White, and Screwed," about fossils.