I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the wisdom of blogging. Has it been good or bad? For me it has been good. I’ve been able to write a lot more, which has been relaxing and thought provoking. On the other hand, as more and more people read my blog, I feel like its only gotten me in trouble. Maybe I should be more direct in my writing so that people don’t have to guess (incorretly mostly) about what I am talking about. Or maybe I need to take up anonymous blogging so that people have no way of guessing that it was me that did the writing. I think, though, I will take up the third option, which will be to cease writing about the things that really matter to me.
The title of this entry is serendipity 2. It comes because I was reading through my blog, and read an entry called Serendipity, which is not only a cool word, but the title for a blog entry which never should have been made public.
As I re-evaluate over the next few months who I am, I think I’m going to end up deciding that I am someone who you will have to meet in person instead of through some writings on the internet.
Wish I was there to know you,
but you are so far away
reading the blog which is mine
ideas intertwined
Talking, laughing, on the couch
communicating personally, we’d be doing
intellectual presence
doesn’t it make sense?
Personally, I’d meet you
Face to face, not on the phone
Ordered letters on the screen
misinterpretation would break my dream
My reader you are not,
To meet you would please me a lot
You might be a nice girl
A friendship would be a pearl
I hope for the luck
for the non-online path
blogging friendship approaches none
your friendship is my fortune.
This poem is dedicated to my bottle of Martinelli’s Sparking Cider, who has been my trustworthy companion through this long morning. There is something about drinking straight from a cold glass bottle that makes you feel less troubled.
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