I like how wordpress has it’s ‘Write’ button right at the front of your page. And it just says ‘Write’. Not ‘Compose’ or ‘New post’ or something slightly more, for lack of a better word, flowery. Just, plain, straight, write. Like an order.
Anyway, so I was wondering just about a few minutes ago, as to why people write at all. Not referring to ‘write because writing is your job’, or because ‘the world deserves to know your brilliant ideas’, but write, in general, especially blog posts. Or even in their journals. To make memories, yes, but not everything you read online is a diary entry of sorts. So why?
The answer, I believe (because I am most capable of having interviews with the self), is too many thoughts. Not memories, not ideas, not stories, general thoughts. Mostly fleeting, these thoughts do not have the power to become opinions and come out in discussions necessarily, or more often, these are thoughts you are not even sure who you can share with. I mean, you might have a person or two in your life who will actually be interested in listening to what you have to say, but the absolutely exhausting and busy lives we lead, they won’t always be available. Also, the sheer frivolousness of these thoughts, will sometimes stop you from mouthing them out in the open. I mean, when you are talking you can say ‘the traffic was terrible!’ but while writing you can say exactly how terrible without a person in front, look like they are all set to to tear your head off for the excruciating amount of detailing you are capable of.
Hence, writing. No one is here to judge you, unless ofcourse, you are very famous, in which case you have crossed over the line, and are some sort of a writer (ok, professional blogger, before the elitist ‘writers’ sue me) who people look forward to read. Folks who read someone who just writes for the want to pen down their thoughts before they forget, will mostly be people who have similar thoughts, who feel good about having company when it comes to handling little things like terrible twos among toddlers, or a last moment assignment at work, or mid-life crisis. Even if the people reading you do not associate with your thoughts at all, they just play along because you get to know someone else’s perspective. There are arguments, but far and few, especially if the topic is controversial or if the writer gets personal about some trait that unfortunately, you identify with. But all in all, it’s a peaceful world of coexistence.
Which is why, while my book-reading tends to fluctuate, I am somehow addicted to checking out my blog feed every couple of days. I sometimes wonder what I get out of knowing the on-goings of someone else’s life, people I hardly know, and their thoughts on topics that I don’t relate to at all. But there is a fair bit of calm I get from reading these posts. Whether it’s for the way they describe what they ate, or the funny story of their kid at school, or heartbreaks they had and recovered from. If you think of it, they are actually like little stories – only the writer is not trying to reach out to the world with it. It’s just out there, visible to all, but seen only by someone who chances upon it, and realizes that it is worth their time.
Which might be yet another reason why people write. Because thought they can’t see who, the stats say that there is someone sitting in another part of the world, reading what you have written, and nodding along going ‘Oh boy, I get you’.