My blog used to be a secret. I didn't share it with my friends or family, as I just wanted to write freely about anything and anyone I pleased. Now that I am more seasoned, and no longer use this space to bitch about people, I have told everyone about it, and encourage them to check it out. Since I have gone "public", I have to say that I am quite amazed at how few of my friends actually have an interest. I don't find this insulting or anything, but I can't imagine not reading something that was written by someone whom I've known for 15 or 20 years.
The first friend who found out about my blog told me that she felt that it was an invasion of privacy to read it, which I assured her it wasn't. It's on the Internet for crap's sake! My blog is not my diary. It is where I perform, if you will. She still won't read it. Fine, don't read it. Whatever. The next friend I passed my site information to told me that she read a couple of entries, but then decided that she'd rather call me than read about me. I explained that it isn't the same information. I'm attempting to be somewhat artistic on my blog, and not just offering up what I had for breakfast or watched on TV. Yeah, I do realize that I have posted crap like that, but periodically, I try to craft something that reveals my not-usually-revealed inner dialogue. My head can be an interesting place if you give it a chance! Fine, don't read it. Whatever. Last month I told my dad about my blog. He was really excited about it. He hasn't read it, but he was excited nonetheless. How is it possible that my dad doesn't want to at least read a few posts? He was a writer himself and has always encouraged me to get involved in writing. Fine, don't read it. Whatever. I was completely outed when CBC did a story on unsafe toys from China, and featured me as a mommy blogger who was trying to help get the word out. This gave all my friends my blog info. None of them have come by as far as I know, although there has been one request for the link, so I can't fault that particular friend.
Other than the people whom I've met via blogging, I do have a couple of regulars who check in with me. My mom and my brother are always curious to see what I've written. I've got a fairly loyal reader at my old workplace too. The only close girlfriend of mine who reads my stuff is my newest friend, who I met through the mommy circuit when Pumpkin was first born. She gets it. She explained that reading my blog gives her a voyeuristic look into my life that I don't often offer up in regular conversation. It's not that I'm hiding anything from my daily conversation, but stuff just doesn't always come up unless I've taken the time to write it down. I'm possibly a little wackier in print.
I don't want to sound all, "Look at me! Look at me!" That isn't my point. I'd visit an art exhibit if one of my friends had something entered in it. I'd see a play if one of my friends was it. It isn't an issue of being supportive -I'd just be really curious to see a new side to my friends whom I've known for years. Maybe I'm just a bigger snoop than most.
*Just to clarify, my Dad is now reading my blog and only hesitated at first due to a technical difficulty. Hi Dad!