Someone said blogs are ruining their life. (Props to Jason)

On the contrary, I think it allowed me to have a life. I found a way to express myself when I did not know how to express myself vocally. Most people I know in Berkeley don\’t blog (hey now, I don\’t call Xanga a blog, do you?). When I wore my I am blogging this shirt, everybody asked me what a blog was. When I was a major participant in the campus Blogging club, many thought it meant…FLOG THE LOG. No unfortunately.

Unlike some bloggers, I am not out to create hits for myself. I don\’t google for myself (mostly because I don\’t want most people I know to find me easily – yes I like to make life that hard). I like comments, but all it does is assure me that someone is reading. I do have, however, acquired a haughty approach to some blogs – I know which blogs suck, I know when to complain and create DRAMAH, but I also know how to compliment and praise. But I use blogging to keep in contact with people who live…so far far away.

Yet, one thing that the author forgot to mention is that all of us…often censor our blog. We don\’t always write what actually happened. We don\’t write the devastating, depressing parts of our lives. We don\’t write who we\’re crushing on. We don\’t write about how depressing we really are staring at a computer for 10 hours straight. Rather, we strive to find a life…so that we actually have something to talk about. Maybe I seek dramah just to have something to blog about.