Real Talk
Twitter, facebook, tumblrs, bumblrs, diggs, dugs, nigs, nugs. No one blogs anymore. It’s all about who’s taking a shit RIGHT NOW. Here’s PIC of my shit! Here’s a SONG my shit sang! Here’s a TINY URL of my shit’s website!
I know myspace has gone the way of the dodo, but I miss it. I miss that anyone could have a blog and they were all at my fingertips. I like reading your thoughts. I liked reading Abed’s thoughts, and Erin’s and Amy Roiland’s, and Kate’s and Kirkman’s thoughts. Everyone had this outlet right there to just write what was on their mind, and I got to be closer to them for one minute. I got to understand what goes on in their heads. It made me feel less alone. It made me feel like people are going through the same ups and downs I am and we are all in it together.
I miss knowing that there were people out there reading my blog too. Wade posted today how he disabled his comments because there never were any anymore. It’s not because people don’t read his blog. Because they do. I just discussed his blog at breakfast with a friend from NY. It’s just that these blog sites make it hard to comment. You have to have a fucking log in ID for every fucking site and it’s a pain in the ass. I don’t want to sign up, and if I do, I forget my password.
Wade describes reading validating comments like this, “It’s like future heroin that falls from the sky and if you want it - there it is.” I agree, it is like heroin. We are addicts. I admit I don’t want to be shouting out into the void. I want to know someone is listening and I want to hear a return shout telling me I’m awesome and funny and pretty. Wade sums it up, “Me, and those like me, often won’t admit it, but the only thing I care about it IN THE WORLD is a comment that goes like this: “Hahahaha.” My god, you know we live our LIVES this way too. How fucking good does it feel if you make Dan Harmon laugh at a party? Why are we like this?
I was listening to Fresh Air last night and the guest was author, Ayelet Waldman, who is Michael Chabon’s wife. She was saying that the need to express oneself by “over sharing” is a clear symptom of bipolar disorder, which she has. Maybe I have bipolar disorder, because all I want is to tell you everything that is going on in my head and not just 140 characters worth.
If you have a blog, please leave me a comment with your url. I want to read it.
From now on, it’s all REAL TALK.
