One of my online friends, Jonas, last night asked me why I blog, and I couldn’t come up with a good answer. I’ve been mulling over this since, and I’m still not sure. Initially I wondered if it was the confessional urge, this inherent need to tell everything to everyone, but considering that when I started this blog I didn’t actually publicise it to my friends, I’m not sure that’s the case.
Maybe, instead, it’s just some inner need to write, a way of satisfying some fundamental aspect of my personality. But if it was just that, then why make it public?
Maybe it’s just displacement activity, some pseudo-constructive way of putting off doing the things that I wish I could delegate to the cat instead.
But I think the answer's a lot simpler than that. Why do I blog? Because I can. Since the dawn of time, humans have been doing stuff just for no real reason. From scratching geometric patterns on chunks of ochre to hacking. Why do it? Cos you can.
But why?
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