We all want to be known

You see, you wouldn’t really know it right away, but I’m rather a private person. After the anecdotal stories are shared, and the travel tales are told, you would realize that the truly personal stories of my life still remain subtly missing. It’s not that I’m a secret squirrel, and lord knows there are enough of those in this town of DC, or that I’m playing coy, rather it just doesn’t slip easily off the tongue for me.

You would be surprised how much people want to share intimate details of their lives. And how can you blame them? The truth is we all want to be known, or rather we want someone to care enough to want to discover us, to learn of the little life events that only in their particular sequence, only because they happen to us, could they have formed our unique personality. It’s this feeling of being unearthed that has always appealed to me in the dating world. Is it the “butterflies” of meeting that special someone, or is it that that special someone cares enough to meet the “you” that only can happen through a lover’s interrogation?

Midnight Musings

So, I don’t know if it’s all the New Years resolutions still floating through the air, or the fact that this time of year elicits that feeling that anything could be possible, but just when I’m stoically resolved to be blissfully happy with my fabulously independent self, I hear a sappy love song while shopping and it gets me to thinking…. why are we hardwired to want to be with someone special?

I’m the kind of gal that has all her friends (and family ugh) telling her that she needs to get out more and meet a wickedly handsome, svelte, intellectual, with a generous and romantic side (a decent match for you they say), and while I protest with my woman of the world wit, I did just buy a night on the town silk top. Now, if I can’t wear said top to work, and it would be a bit much for a grocery shopping trip, than maybe I do harbor this hidden belief that I should/could stumble across someone interesting. Good lord the idea of facing the dating scene again has me wondering if these musings wouldn't be put to better use posting on this blog.

And it starts...

Why blog? Is it from the need to express ones ideas, put unruly and haphazard thought into structured prose, or capture a concept before it’s lost to mundane thoughts like grocery and to-do lists? Does a blog spring from the desire for recognition for the ideas that we rarely find an apt audience for in our disconnected lives? In this age of instant gratification and saturated media coverage of “reality”, do we all want to have a say – be an expert on something, even if it is only our own lives? I venture that all these reasons are true, but inherently miss the most alluring aspect to blogging - its anonymity. To blog is to create a reverse voyeurism, where strangers can peep through the curtains of your inner most thoughts.

I think the more compelling question is not “why blog”, but rather who is behind the blog?