On: oversharing & my purpose for feeding the feeds

I've attempted, in the past, to say clearly why I blog. And since reading that senselessly long, really dull biographic article by Gawker's Emily Gould for Times Magazine, I spent time seriously considering my own purpose for posting.

I've had this blog for a little over a year now and I can remember first posting because it seemed like the thing to do. In the beginning, I was so naive in my posting. I wasn't self-censored for the most part and I treated my blog like the physical paper journals that I kept under my pillow. It was cool, but it was secret and practical. And happened to be way more public. I'm still pretty open about myself in my posts; much more than my public self is. When reading older posts, I find them to be pretty embarrassing, but no more so than when looking back at high school photos or reading secret notes passed between besties. This blog has helped me see plainly my personal growth. It's a good record of my past achievements and mistakes. I can read them and put the present into perspective.

I have another blog. That one is about my butt. Well my gut really and the cleaning of it. I started it to help me support my Master Cleanse cycles so that I could record the process and stay on track. And I thought if anyone were interested in finding out what a detox is really like, the blog would try to cover it in it's least glamorized form. I chose to be super open and graphic, which I'm still okay with because though I may come off as a prude in public, I'm not shy about poo. At all. There are a handful of posts, those posted between cycles, that were health-related and tended to be, maybe, uncomfortably personal for the reader. But again, I figured if anyone had questions I had answers (or at least a story) for, I figured it was worth it.

Back to ol' girl Emily's article and why I still share too much info about myself: I've never had the troubles of a popular girl. I have a tiny circle of friends and I'm very tight with my family. I'm shy at first and reserved later. And, as it were, I enjoy the idea of someone I know possibly stumbling across my posts and making some judgment or another. I understand that by posting links to my network sites and the shop and by posting my photos alongside very personal posts, I'm inviting any Joe to see me naked (sometimes literally). Now, I'm pretty clear on the fact that my life is no more interesting than the next person's. Everyone has relationship troubles. Everyone's been embarrassed or really fucking happy. Everyone has highs, and lows, and mostly in-betweens. Some can present their essentially boring lives more compellingly than others. Some blog about ugly bugs or the Bible. Some do this professionally. Me? I just want to expose my secret self a little bit. Be someone who can tell complete strangers what I'm listening to or what my dancing looks like or what I think about a boy I'm seeing. Just to put it out there so I and everyone can see. I guess that's very narcissistic of me. But if being so has given me an excuse to write, reflect and grow, then I'm okay with that.

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