Why Do We Say What We Say?

http://secondthoughtstwice.wordpress.com/2013/08/26/who-are-we/  posed a question I began to comment on. When my comment started to look like I was taking over her post, I thought I’d give my reply in my own post.

Essentially, the question is why do we blog and say the things we do?


For myself, I think it’s because for all the years that my head has been buzzing with thoughts I’ve usually written them down and filed them away. Not necessarily stories and poems but thoughts about all sorts of things.

In my life, I feel there are only very few who would want to talk about certain things. I am lucky to have two or three people so close that this was a possibility. But, I don’t see them as often as I would like and life moves on and they, although still close in mind and spirit, have their own worries and thoughts and cares to contend with.

So what to do with all the buzzing that goes on inside and why would anyone be interested in any of it? I’m going to put that down to arithmetic. If I know a few people of like mind within my closest circle of friends and family, the odds of finding more of that shared empathy is greater the wider the radius of communication.

Not everything I say will interest everyone. And that works in reverse. But, I have already found gems here and I hope others enjoy some things of mine.

I get to chat and find open communication that, I feel, judges less in terms of the hidden me. But, perhaps, judges more on what I do reveal. I’m pretty sure that there are already a number of people who think I am a garrulous arse. But, I can live with that.

There is almost a level of flirtation to some communications but I see it as good banter with kindred spirits.

Those who don’t like my stuff don’t have to read. And, also true, in return.

I don’t make close friends easily. Oh, I have loads of people who think I’m one thing and I guess I may even ‘act up’ to that side of me that they like. It is part of me. I’ll be the clown, or the talker or the humourist. But, it is very much, a small part of who I am.

Here, I can be all of the bits of me. Like finding best friends who know, intrinsically, where I’m coming from. I already feel that I know that of others here. I may be kidding myself here. So much is unshared. But, little by little, we open up and disclose more of who we are, to better find and perhaps even narrow down those we may become closest to. As in life.

In years gone by, my best friend and I could talk for hours and days on anything and everything. Teenage into twenties, into thirties and so on. It has never changed but opportunities to share that closeness of mind and spirit have.

I used to joke with her that it would have been better if we were gay because then we would have found our soul mates. But, we didn’t fancy each other. Well, not much!

Actually, there was probably a fair measure of narcissism going on there because we looked very much alike as well as thinking and feeling in such similar ways.

Had I met a man who was like my friend back then, I would probably have ended up in a mental institution. I did not need someone who was so like me that they would pander to my reflective self quite so much. I needed someone who understood but who balanced that side of me. I got him.

What I do miss though, is the level of communication I found and shared with my friend and others whose lives, like mine, have moved on.

So, Why do I blog?

Arithmetic, seems to be my answer. Widening the net and catching closeness in its folds.

10 thoughts on “Why Do We Say What We Say?”

  1. I’ve become fond of blogging in ways I never imagined I would. I talk and write the same way, both in tone and in that I don’t have a filter, know that I don’t have a filter, and don’t care that I don’t have a filter. I don’t want to offend anybody, but we can’t always please everyone. I fully expected to be bashed by some people on any number of posts of mine, but I’ve found nothing but polite and fun followers and readers who’ve been most pleasant with their comments. I guess those who don’t like what I say just don’t comment, which is fine since I’m not blogging to make enemies.


    1. I, too, would not have believed how much I would enjoy it. I suppose the original question was why? There may be many more reasons I have not considered but I’m loving it.
      I probably do have a filter but then it’s of my own making and always has been so, even in ‘real life’. I reveal as much or as little as I choose.
      I know I would bore the arse off people if I started reciting poems to them and being ‘all reflective’. I thought I would outgrow it!
      This way, I get to be more of all of me and people can just shut the page without telling me I’m a boring fart and I’ll never know. It beats seeing anyone rolling their eyes!
      No enemies here. I think I’ll put that on my header.x


    1. There are probably as many different reasons as there are people blogging. And, maybe even, lots of our own. That was the first one that struck me. So, I’m figuring it’s my chief reason. Glad you can relate.x


  2. Well said. 🙂
    There’s the balance we talked about. People will come and go in our lives but there will be some who might remain. It is them that we should be more concerned with than the rest who takes us for granted,


  3. I agree that it is healthier for our partners to balance us then to mirror us. It keep us from becoming too extreme and/or having a very narrow-minded view of the world. I find it very difficult to find people I can relate to in real life. On WordPress, there is such a range of personalities reflected in different blogs that it is much easier to find people who share similar interests and attitude towards life. For someone like me who works from home and doesn’t get out much, I didn’t realized how much I actually enjoyed interacting with people I feel a connection with. I think the last line of your post wonderfully describes what happens when we blog and why so many of us enjoy it as much as we do.


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