“If a blog posts in the internet and there is no one there to read it, does it make a difference?”

– Me (with apologies to philosophers everywhere)

It’s  a strange thing, writing a blog. You spend time gathering your thoughts, formulating your words, finding just the right phrasing and then you send it out into the ether. You hope people will read it. You hope they laugh/cry/think/do depending on the topic of your post. But what if nobody reads it? Does it really exist?

(Let’s get metaphysical, metaphysical, I wanna get metaphysical…)

Ultimately, I don’t blog just to be read. I blog as an opportunity to express myself and as a discipline to write something. Therefore, yes, it does exist because it is real to me.

While the above statement is true, it would be disingenuous of me not to admit that I get a little thrill when I see that people have read a post. Double thrills if they comment on it because it means they’ve actually read it and not just clicked through to the page and gone “naah…”. I’m only human. We all like a pat on the back and a ‘well done’ when we’ve done something.

So maybe a blog read by others is more ‘real’? Perhaps the more its existence is acknowledged by Likes, Comments and Follows, the more real it becomes?

We’re drifting into quantum theory territory here so I’ll stop while we still know the cat is alive and the moon exists.

In the end:

“Blogito ergo sum gauisus.”

– Me (with apologies to Descartes)

Translation: I blog, therefore I am happy.

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