This was the post title on a template I was looking at the other day. This should be my blogging battle cry now. Except, I have nothing to say.
I have no idea where to begin. I look around and people are talking about niches and types. Like, what type of blogger are you? Fashion, beauty, photography, travel, lifestyle, what kind of blogger are you? And I'm not really any of these things. I don't fit into a certain niche. I don't travel, I suck at taking photos, and I have no make-up skills. My life is about as interesting as a piece of rock.
There's a kind of narcissistic quality to internet sharing that I'm not comfortable with. How do people even begin to think that somebody is going to want to look at what they upload, much less like or comment on it? When I write something it's like throwing something on the floor. Eventually, I'll find them and discard them properly. I also used to write diary entries, then burn them, so this is kinda a thing.
I'm amazed at how naturally it comes for other people. How could other people NOT think that getting noticed by others is scary and awkward? But that thing that allows them to post the most cringe-worthy videos without any afterthought or foresight is also what allows them speak their minds on issues, even if it's all mud-slinging and trash-talking.
I miss my old self. The one that didn't mind to put her opinion out there. But my experiences taught me that speaking my mind can be met by discomfort, anger, and disbelief, and I just hurt myself. Still, I regret losing her.
So what kind of blogger will I be? I've seen people enjoying their hobbies. I've read about people aiming to tell a story, their story. I've heard of people crying against being silenced. Me? I'll be the blogger who's learning to speak.
I have no idea where to begin. I look around and people are talking about niches and types. Like, what type of blogger are you? Fashion, beauty, photography, travel, lifestyle, what kind of blogger are you? And I'm not really any of these things. I don't fit into a certain niche. I don't travel, I suck at taking photos, and I have no make-up skills. My life is about as interesting as a piece of rock.
There's a kind of narcissistic quality to internet sharing that I'm not comfortable with. How do people even begin to think that somebody is going to want to look at what they upload, much less like or comment on it? When I write something it's like throwing something on the floor. Eventually, I'll find them and discard them properly. I also used to write diary entries, then burn them, so this is kinda a thing.
I'm amazed at how naturally it comes for other people. How could other people NOT think that getting noticed by others is scary and awkward? But that thing that allows them to post the most cringe-worthy videos without any afterthought or foresight is also what allows them speak their minds on issues, even if it's all mud-slinging and trash-talking.
I miss my old self. The one that didn't mind to put her opinion out there. But my experiences taught me that speaking my mind can be met by discomfort, anger, and disbelief, and I just hurt myself. Still, I regret losing her.
So what kind of blogger will I be? I've seen people enjoying their hobbies. I've read about people aiming to tell a story, their story. I've heard of people crying against being silenced. Me? I'll be the blogger who's learning to speak.
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