Every year on the 18th of November, I celebrate this blog’s birthday, and, as of today, I’ve been posting here for nine years. Happy birthday, little blog.
Sometimes I think it might as well be 90 years; the world is so different now. And it continues to change. Blogging itself seems quite ‘old-fashioned’ in the great scheme of things - most blogs are professional marketing tools, adverts, deep-dives on complex subjects: the kind of thing hardly anyone gets to the end of. I’m posting nonsense! Just thoughts and reactions to my day, like a public diary. And I don’t know anyone else who does this.
I think people might have, had social media not taken over the world. Flumpbook used to be the place for it, where everyone went. They even used to call a post a ‘status’ where you could tell everyone how you were ‘feeling’. Remember that? So-and-so … is down because someone who shall remain nameless isn’t talking to her… My guess is that people soon got fed up of that kind of thing.
When I started blogging, Twitter was limited to 140 characters, which made it a sort of micro-blog. I liked that. But rather than link threads together, I’ve always found it cleaner to just have somewhere to get on and write, in short-to-medium bursts of energy.
So I’ve just carried on. I’ve never pointed anyone here, I’ve never actively promoted it. I just kept on writing - about anything. And this is post number 2,207.
A lot of the talk today is about how Twitter’s new owner might be about to drive it into the ground. Apparently he’s locked all employees out of their buildings, and posted a picture of a gravestone with the Twitter logo on it. I actually think he’s trolling everyone, and loving the power. Nevertheless, there’s a chance that social media is about to change once again, especially as the post-TikTok generation grow up - there’ll be something new round the corner.
I still like blogging though. I might be a dinosaur, but I still think this is my favourite way of getting my thoughts ‘out there’. I don’t really mind if nobody reads it. It’s not a promotional tool. It’s just a thing I’ve been doing every few days for nine years. Out there for me, means somewhere outside of my head.
And I think that’s alright.
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