Abandoned

I believe that Blogger may be responsible for many, many unwanted children. How many blogs were birthed, only to be abandoned when they got too hard to handle, too time consuming, too emotionally difficult? Or, perhaps worst of all for any parent, an utter disappointment?

I got to thinking about this, because I started reading Julie and Julia. I bet people's one-night-stand with that book resulted in many blog "accidents."

I could write a blog like that! I'm clever and witty! I'll get a giant book deal, it'll get optioned and Jennifer Aniston will land the starring role! (Much more cachet than that Amy Adams...pfft!)

I started this blog a few months ago. And forgot about it immediately. It's not that I didn't have anything to say or anything to share. I have plenty.

I think every aspiring blogger has something. And has that something in excess. I'd like to think that most have an excess of happiness; that all blogs are created to hold the sunshine and rainbows straining to burst from their writer's fingertips.

I am inclined to think that many aspiring bloggers have excess abscesses. Festering boils filled with a poison of awkwardness, pain, confusion, or trauma. They know the things need to be lanced, they give 'em a prick, let 'em ooze a bit into the internet ether, only to draw the needle back out and slap some bandages on. The draining hurts. And really, who wants an audience during that surgery?

But, a lot of us are staggering around with abscesses. We are a colony of lepers amongst the healthy. And we find comfort in commiserating with those like us; the unfortunates that are missing bits of themselves.

That's not to say that those bloggers pour out all their deepest, darkest secrets. They write humorous anecdotes, share thought provoking experiences and merely hint at the tumult, just give a glimmer of the vulnerability that flows underneath. Those bloggers are strippers, teasing with a show of flesh as readers sit in their chairs leering (and lonely).

Regardless of the method, the release of the excess is cathartic. Or, at least, it is hoped to be. I think many find that catharsis can be more painful than the abscess. Certainly, more work.

So, I wonder, again, how many blogs have been left, adrift, to become another bit of internet space junk? It's kind of sad to think of all the unfulfilled potential of so many somethings.

There is something here, though. And I hope that, one day, my formerly unwanted child will make me proud.

Don't think that I am one of the festering lepers. I am completely well-adjusted and have sunshine and rainbows ready to shoot from my fingers. You'll see...once you start reading my humorous anecdotes and thought-provoking experiences.