Why are we comfortable sharing so much of our selves with strangers on the web? Although we’re not the ‘first’ (can’t be dealing with bitter 90’s bloggers with “we started it” syndrome), my generation is renowned for over sharing, and it can confuse those who don’t understand. Obviously, the easily accessible Internet plays a huge role here, but I don’t think that’s the only reason.
The Internet gets a lot of shit, really. Catfishing is probably the most recent and infamous problem. This is when somebody poses with a fake identity on the Internet, intending to lure them into a relationship. I’m not sure if it’s because I was nastily catfished when I was younger or not, but it seems like everyone I know has experienced this to some degree. But, saying that now, I feel as if these things can be avoided. Surely, blaming the Internet for catfish scenarios is just as ridiculous as blaming a girl’s smile for rape.
Because of all that rubbish, people (like us good old bloggers!) who share snippets of their lives with the rest of the world are misunderstood. It can be seen as attention-seeking, self-absorbed, pointless… Nah. Maybe in minorities, but most of the writers I know aren’t like that! For me, it’s about comfort, practically-anonymous support and the idea that what I’m saying online is relatable, enjoyable, interesting or helpful.
I like writing! I love sharing things with you. If something interesting happens to me, what’s the point in keeping it to myself? I have so much to say and so many feelings that I think I’d just explode if I couldn’t share it with anyone. Sharing things with almost-strangers (because face it, I talk to you lot a lot more than most real people) is generally free of judgement. I’ve never had any issues, and even if someone did have something nasty to say, at least it’s not to my face.
Everyone has a release. For some, it’s drawing, drinking, exercise… For me, it’s this. Right now. Writing myself a post with practically no point, but just because I can.