I've only known three people in my Real Life who have blogs. Two of them just recently began blogging and how wild it is to read what they're feeling, especially when I'd not even heard from one of them in 25 years and the other, only through occasional emails (heavy on the occasional part).
I wish many more of those Real Lifers kept blogs of their own, for I love knowing the intricacies of what people feel and believe. Okay, perhaps it's because I'm nosey. But I've also noticed that many people--not the majority, ok?--are able to write down (type) how they feel more easily than they're able to speak their thoughts aloud.
I am one of those people. In my blog these past 5 1/2 years I've appeared way more bold than I am in Real Life. Some of my friends, though, might disagree with that, they being the friends I feel most comfortable around, therefore enabling my words to flow. Yet mostly, here within these 1500 + posts, I've written thoughts and beliefs which, for decades, I kept to myself largely due to the fact that everyone else seemed to prefer speaking about their broken-down appliances, their frustrating boss, politics, their children's report cards/sports teams/brilliant teachers, the weather, the pastor (and his mistakes), where they went on vacation or their neighbor who does stupid things daily.
In the midst of those topics there seemed little room for what was heavy upon my mind, namely, most of my previous blog posts. So I often stood in corners, alone, or in groups and felt alone, or stared at many a dinner plate while conversations swirled around me. And ached to speak of what mattered to me.
Blogging has enabled me--and tons of other people--to do that. Yet I still hear --often--others saying that our online relationships are not real and how it's only when you have two (or more) actual, warm bodies in the same room that you have a real, legitimate connection.
To which I say bah humbug! Just think of all those clandestine relationships of authors and others down through the decades who communicated only in letters sent to secret post office boxes (not that I'm condoning such affairs, but rather, I'm just saying...). Or the letters which were exchanged between family members in the 1840's and beyond when people moved West, both before and after the advent of the phone, never to see loved ones again this side of a funeral. Were all those relationships not real?
I'm thinking it's the folks who so easily speak their minds to anyone present who will listen (or to those trying to escape, even) who belittle those of use who have found most of our kindred spirits online. You know, the bold ones. Most likely, in their minds anyway, they have friendships which they've labeled as Real or Online/Disposable as well as a heavy case of "If something isn't as I understand it, then it just can't be so."
Well, here's to the rest of us who cherish all our friendships whether they consist of warm bodies in the same room or online and a whole world away. And here's to us who waited whole decades to speak freely from our hearts, now sharing our ideas and who we are with the world after having finally discovered the perfect way and means to do so.