Blogging…what is it and why do some people do it? Is it narcissism? An action based on the notion that what is happening to me is so important and interesting that it’s my duty to share it with others all around the world. Is it a last resort? Am I so invisible in my little corner of the world that I must broadcast myself In order to feel like I exist? Is it a trend, a mere fad, which will subside as some other new concept captivates the public’s consciousness? Call me old-fashioned, but doesn’t the concept of blogging have something contradictory about it. In the olden days people kept diaries for their thoughts, reflections, theories, hopes and dreams, and would go out of their way to make sure no-one else read it. Now we seek exposure. We want to be considered interesting, yet normal; extraordinary, whilst remaining tangible. Blogging seems to me to be some kind of Joe Bloggs (no pun intended) shot at being a celebrity, with the option of hiding behind a fake name and an IP address.
So after that rant you might wonder why I’m starting a blog, seeing as I’m such a cynic. Well, let me explain firstly that my theories in the previous paragraph aren’t meant as a criticism of those who blog, they’re merely speculations and ideas. Blogging is really just a new medium for people to express themselves through, it’s like the epitome of freedom of speech. So essentially it’s a really good thing I suppose (not that I really believe that everyone everywhere should be allowed to say whatever they want—No, quite frankly most people do not have the sense to censor themselves and would be better off if someone set some rules). I blog because I’m fumbling in the dark trying to figure out what career path to pursue, and am considering fashion journalism. I’ve never written for a school or university paper, I’ve never taken a creative writing course, and I’ve never before really considered writing to be ‘my thing’. My thing has always been arts and design. From the very first drawing that I gave to my mother I’ve been encouraged to pursue my talent, and I never questioned it. Ok, I was never a Picasso in the making, but I’ve got some talent. However, I’d like to think that with age comes some objectivity and self-criticism. So I’ve look back over my grades and realized that often I do better in English than I do in Art class. My essays get better grades than my art projects. I have to admit that it’s a bit painful to realize after 14 years of formal education that you chose all the wrong extracurricular activities.
So now you might wonder (if for some crazy reason you’re reading this despite not being a close friend or relative of mine) what my story is. Ok, well maybe you weren’t really all that curious, but I’ll share anyhow, because I can, and you can’t stop me. All you can do is stop reading, which quite frankly I don’t think you will since you’ve already suffered through the past 540 words. So here goes: I was born in Stockholm, Sweden, and lived there until I was 11 years old. Then my family moved to Surrey, England, and I stayed there until I was 16. At that ripe old age I moved in to London, and stayed there to finish high school, and start university. I study Design, so in April 2008 I moved to Milan to complete the last two years of my degree.
So that’s me, and what I do, and why. Here’s to hoping that someone completely unknown to me will read this (otherwise, thank you Anna, you’re a trooper for getting through all that!)
So after that rant you might wonder why I’m starting a blog, seeing as I’m such a cynic. Well, let me explain firstly that my theories in the previous paragraph aren’t meant as a criticism of those who blog, they’re merely speculations and ideas. Blogging is really just a new medium for people to express themselves through, it’s like the epitome of freedom of speech. So essentially it’s a really good thing I suppose (not that I really believe that everyone everywhere should be allowed to say whatever they want—No, quite frankly most people do not have the sense to censor themselves and would be better off if someone set some rules). I blog because I’m fumbling in the dark trying to figure out what career path to pursue, and am considering fashion journalism. I’ve never written for a school or university paper, I’ve never taken a creative writing course, and I’ve never before really considered writing to be ‘my thing’. My thing has always been arts and design. From the very first drawing that I gave to my mother I’ve been encouraged to pursue my talent, and I never questioned it. Ok, I was never a Picasso in the making, but I’ve got some talent. However, I’d like to think that with age comes some objectivity and self-criticism. So I’ve look back over my grades and realized that often I do better in English than I do in Art class. My essays get better grades than my art projects. I have to admit that it’s a bit painful to realize after 14 years of formal education that you chose all the wrong extracurricular activities.
So now you might wonder (if for some crazy reason you’re reading this despite not being a close friend or relative of mine) what my story is. Ok, well maybe you weren’t really all that curious, but I’ll share anyhow, because I can, and you can’t stop me. All you can do is stop reading, which quite frankly I don’t think you will since you’ve already suffered through the past 540 words. So here goes: I was born in Stockholm, Sweden, and lived there until I was 11 years old. Then my family moved to Surrey, England, and I stayed there until I was 16. At that ripe old age I moved in to London, and stayed there to finish high school, and start university. I study Design, so in April 2008 I moved to Milan to complete the last two years of my degree.
So that’s me, and what I do, and why. Here’s to hoping that someone completely unknown to me will read this (otherwise, thank you Anna, you’re a trooper for getting through all that!)
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