Discounting my annual top albums of the year posts, I’ve actually forgotten how to craft a blog entry. More importantly, I’ve forgotten how it feels like to post stuff online for the world to see.
I remember a decade and a half ago, it was a tool to keep up with your friends’ (and strangers’) lives. Bloggers never posted OOTDs; instead, they posted stories. About their weekends, their travel bloopers and their closet bosses and everyone had a laugh afterwards. Sometimes, people posted their fears; about not getting along with mom, a health scare, or growing old and unfulfilled. People commented on posts to say hey, and it was an easy way to know people cared.
15 years ago, I blogged about pop culture and whatever happened at work. Sometimes, I blogged about feelings and the pressures of quarter life. To which friends were there to pat you on the back and recommend music to power you through.
I think I stopped blogging regularly in ’09 and I couldn’t have imagined things the way they are today. I’ve traveled to places and experienced cool stuff. I’ve got a job that’s tough but rewarding, and married to a wife with a kid that I both love dearly. In general, I think I turned out on the better side of okay.
I do hope my friends turned out okay too. I yearn for the days when friends still blogged, and I wish I had the time to read their posts. I’m terrible at talking about feelings with friends, and I wish I still have a way to keep tab with people I genuinely care about. I long for a way to know what they’ve been up to just by typing in a URL, and chat them up if things turn out like shit.
For now, my fervent desire is that my friends’ life paths are paved, their core unshaken, and their spirits are well. I hope their joints are not aching and that a good night’s rest await them at the end of their everyday.
So there. Just wanna let people know that I may not post much, but I’m just here.