Why do I blog? Some of my readers may find themselves asking this very question when they see me skipping from topic to topic, from fruit flies to Oprah, from stillbirth to plus-size models. If you can imagine, all of these topics (and so many more) float through my mind at least once per hour. Especially Oprah. I think a lot about Oprah. Frankly, I should probably be on Ritalin but I try my very best to avoid prescription drugs that teenagers are apt to snort. It’s just one of my many peculiarities. So, why do I blog? I blog for a lot of reasons but the very most important one is not what brought me into blogging to begin with. I am, by nature, a very private and reclusive person. I don’t see very many people very often. With blogging I am able to interact with the world, on my own time and on my own terms. When somebody comments on my blog and I click through to see what they’re all about, I am sometimes shocked, often delighted, and always enlightened. Because humans are like snowflakes in that no two of us are alike. I love being able to peek into the lives of other people, tea in hand, from the comfort of my own home. And I love it when somebody peeks into mine.
I love that I am able to relate to the world without ever needing to take off my jammies. And that’s good stuff right there.