why I like to blog

Do you know why I like to blog?
Sure, there's the creative outlet.
The tracking of memories and experiences.
The cute photo sharing and the comments.
That's all great.
But do you know what I really like to blog?
Because...
Are you ready for it?

...

Because I'm SO socially inept in real life.
Because when you're actually talking out loud, you can't just delete something that, on second thought, actually does sound really offensive/stupid/whatever.
Because a blog post is crafted. Maybe under the influence of wine or in a post-vacation jet-lagged high. But it is still a little piece of art, giving away more than you meant to, but also a carefully constructed glimpse into whatever ish is going in your life / brain.

That is why I like to blog.

Because I don't have to see people's faces when they find me offensive or off-color. I don't have to witness the rejection or feel uncomfortable in their presence because I made a joke at the wrong time or my views aren't right/left wing enough. And if they don't like what I blog about, they should just step-off because it's my blog. It's my space. If you don't like it here, leave! etc.

But in real life? At work or a party or the grocery store? Suddenly, there's this weird, awkward chick making uncomfortable jokes and has everyone wishing she'd shut up. Oh wait, that's me. And before you start in with the "Be yourself! If they don't like you, who cares?!" crap, I get it. I also just want to crawl into a hole and die when I put my foot in my mouth. It's a complex. Probably psychological. Daddy issues, maybe? ...but I digress.

And that's why I like to blog.

Even if you hate my blog, I never feel the need to stop.
But real life word vomit? I kind of want to stop it all the time. This is why girls like me become cat ladies. Cats never judge. And they appreciate weird humor. And they TOTALLY understand irrational anxiety that may have physical side effects (like shedding and hairballs).

So really, I like to blog because.... cats.

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

3 comments:

  1. i would be the one laughing with you at your uncomfortable jokes. i am an awkward turtle too :)

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  2. I get it. I made a joke about vibrators on my hike yesterday and I heard crickets. Literally.

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  3. If only there was medication for word vomit... someone would be very very rich... always cats. -Alexandra

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