I can't even begin to express my anxiety over this thing posing as a blog.
I remember back when I was really into livejournal and would be reading some of my writer friends' posts and the comments thinking "What does it matter how "tight" your post is? Or whether or not it finishes nicely?"
I guess they're the ones that were prepped for today's world of awesome blogging.
What it really has to do with is my annoyance with things like PERSONAL BRANDING and SOCIAL MEDIA and NETWORKING.
I hate that I use those necessary phrases so regularly. But it is what it is.
My younger brother has all kinds of teenage wisdom mixed with rap lyrics and threats like "Mothafuckaz betta think b4 they spit out my name" on his facebook page. And as much as i wish we could just say whatever we wanted when we wanted I had to be like "Two words, bro: Personal Branding"
He'd say that I was just like Dad, with my "planning for the future b.s." and "you've gotta think about your image" talk, but it's true.
The other part of me wants to fight against it, but I guess I'll just stick to private entries on my other journal and be done with it.
I wish I even had the time or the sense to really explore the need to be able to share and to want people to look in and know all that I might be thinking and wanting to say, but maybe everyone doesn't really need to know all of that, or maybe there's a way to maintain your "identity" online without starting to write for other people while also not writing things that could get you in "trouble".
Woohoo for exclamation marks in this post.
I'm babbling on and on and it's good for the soul. It's good for this post.
Hi, my name's Yvonne and I'm not a Blogger.
ha!
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