Blogging

One of the rules of blogging is you don't talk about blogging.

Maybe after church, the person pouring teas and coffees has shaky wrists from the typing of a comment much longer than the post it replied to, which went on until the original blogger had to admit they had a point.

You don't say anything because blogging exists in the hours between when blogging starts and blogging ends.

You saw the guy who works in an office in the same building, a month ago you saw this guy who couldn't pedalo in a straight line, but this guy was incredible, when he generated several huge discussions that got over 10 comments each, making counter points about many of the comments made until a consensus was reached. Every time you see this guy, you can't tell him what a great post he made.

Who guys are when blogging is not who they are in the real world. Even if you told the maths genius or maybe the part-time writer that he had posted a good comment on your blog, you wouldn't be talking to the same man.

Who I am when blogging is not someone my boss knows.

After a night blogging, everything in the real world gets the volume turned down. Nothing can piss you off. Your word is law, and if other people break the law or question you, even that doesn't piss you off.

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This post was inspired by this and this, and the text was adapted from this. I also reccomend the fine Chuck Palahniuk book that is Lullaby.