I love you. Let me tell you why. It’s because you are here, reading this and are part of my blogging life, and therefore part of my life as a whole. Blogging is no longer a separate part of me.
I regularly hear people snorting at the idea of a ‘blog’. That’s because the publicity given is usually negative. Bloggers getting bigger than journalists, like Tavi usurping Grazia in the seating at Fashion Week, and wearing a view blocking hat to boot. Bloggers writing about their pets, constantly (I would obviously never do that.) Bloggers talking about themselves a whole lot and claiming to be experts in things they are not qualified to talk about. And then taking press passes, just because they are associated with some back of beyond blog that no one has heard of. And then writers previously considered as ‘press’ relabelled as ‘bloggers’ and having reduced access because of this. I have also heard talk of *shock horror* the writing on blogs being ‘below par’.
All of these things are true to some degree, and in context. Blogging has been marred by the sheer volume. In 2005 there were apparently some 60 million. That’s a whole lot. Many of these blogs are started and abandoned, many more are focused on individuals that don’t make themselves accessible. But, there are plenty of good, well-written, fascinating blogs out there, you just have to put the time in to find one that speaks to you. It’s the same as twitter, until you use it right you won’t get it.
So bringing us back round to my individual point: I love you. You are my friends. Thank you for being here with me, and being part of my little blog world. I’m sorry if sometimes I am boring, or nuts, or ranty, but I hope occasionally I make you smile. From my point of view i’m just happy that you’re here with me. You are with me on my journey.
Thanks. I hope I haven’t scared you off with my mini blog outburst.