Ok, when I started blogging religiously back in 2006, part of the point was to not give it up; to use it as a mild form of therapy in the same way a diary or a journal works.  Being a busy bee does not lend to blogging when what used to be free time at home turned into additional work hours.  Don’t get me wrong, I like being busy and tend to overextend myself to guarantee I do have work to do.  But this ethic is starting to take its toll.

I’m writing music a little less, I’m finding that sometimes I need a drink, and I’m losing track of my favorite part of blogging — getting to know other bloggers.

That idea reminds me that there used to be a stigma about life bloggers.  Blogging used to be identified as a whiny medium filled with self-centered drama queens, but I think we’re well past that stereotype with how many different kinds of people become lifecasters.  And even if you are a self-centered whiny drama queen, that’s not preventing us from reading what you’ve written.  I’m finding that blog readers give everything — and I mean everything – on the internet a fair chance.  And as such, blogging has definitely become leaps and bounds more social than it used to be.  It feels like if you are dismissive of bloggers, then your perception is edging on antiquated.  Where once people rolled their eyes at the idea of a blogging as a whole, I’m finding that when my friends ask “what’s the point of [x]?” about social mediums, they tend to sound… well, they sound old and out of touch.

The case of these soon-to-be Luddites, especially in Twitterms,  has of late been, “Nobody cares that you’re eating a burrito.”

I beg to differ. I want to know you’re eating a burrito.

And it’s not burrito voyeurism, either.  The whole point of sharing these things on the internet is to make this increasingly isolating post-modern existence return to something that resembles being social.  I want you to post pictures of the burrito so I can ogle it.  If I’m also eating a burrito, I want to send you a picture of my burrito so we can be interweburrito buddies.  I want to comment on that burrito to wish you luck in the case that it is enormous, or to offer you my sympathy in the case you’ve found yourself with a sad burrito.  I want to know where you got the burrito and look up that place on Yelp to evaluate if I should drop in for a bite myself.  I want to read your best hyperbolic metaphors and analogies for illustrating your burrito experience in the event that your comparison makes me laugh, or at least smile.

And you know what?  There are shit tons of other netizens just like me.  We don’t just put a burrito on the internet.  We incorporate the burrito into social media.  We give the burrito a social life.

Sharing things on the internet, of course, does not compare to living life alongside tangible friends.  I’m not idealistic enough to make that kind of comparison.  But my point is that sitting on your computer desk, or maybe on your smartphone, are entire droves of acquaintances that are coming along for the ride of your life.  Or, rather, your life: the ride.

Fack, I just realized I’ve gone and made myself hungry.