in the therapeutic value of blogs, or diaries, regardless of who ends up reading them... It may be a lonely corner of the planet that no one ever bumps into, like a diary locked inside your cupboard, or a huge blog with thousands of visitors a day... At the end, writing stuff is good for you.
You let stuff out, you write ideas that other wise you usually don't end up sharing, you bitch about life, and can talk about how great it is all you want without people giving you a face, asking you to shut up...
Then, reading a friend's blog, I started thinking about Momo... (pretty much my favorite book)...
Momo...
Are blogs our own personal Momos?... Do they give us that space to just, rant about life while she stares at us with those huge magical eyes, helping us feel better as we rant, not really understanding why, and not really hearing any reply back from her?.
Who are we when we blog?... Gigi?... Or Beppo?...
Would Beppo even blog?...
... Sigh...
See... I feel like exploring the idea, but for the sake of avoiding too much spoilers to whoever has not read Momo (sadly enough, such people exist), I will not... Still. It was a silly yet fun analogy...
Blogs and Momo...
Heh.
Whatever... Cheers to thee all!!...
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2 comments:
I'm finally able to see both you and sergio's sites! I was going nutty!
And yeah...they must be. We are allowed to be ourselves, and perhaps finally get out those little bits of ourselves that we never show in the real world (or that we do and they are laughed at and/or ignored)
Hope you're doing well! :-)
I agree with the begining of your post.. the rest, when you start talking about Momo.. well, can't say a thing.. I haven't read it.. :(
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