Today I was doing some research.
My project was to write a monologue for the Christmas play about "going through the motions." I began my search on-line by looking for a blog because I assumed that would be a place where real people would share their thoughts and struggles on how mundane the ordinary can be at times. Instead, what I found was the author of every blog talking about how "those people" need to "do this" and "fix that." I didn't find one place where the author acknowledged that they currently struggled with it in any way. What is a blog for if you can't admit your failings? Why do they think we can heal themselves by pointing out how to fix everyone else's issues? I thought a blog was a place of being real.
Confess.
Discuss.
Fart.
Slam your finger in the door and tell the world your life is out of control.
Apparently it is also a soapbox with no burden of authenticity.
