My Two Year Blogoversary & Why I Blog

So I’m faced with this problem: how to write a two year blogoversary post, a task, as daunting as it sounds, which seems to have become a necessity in this day and age.

Do I stick with the cliches? The tough-lessons-I’ve-learned-since-starting-to-blog kind of thing or stories of virtual adversities I’ve had to overcome? How my blog has helped change the world or how it has opened my world up to new possibilities I never thought possible? Or state my life lessons gained over the years of blogging? Maybe screen shots of how my blog used to look like; baby pictures? Or do I put on a cap, eat some ice cream cake, open some presents, shut up and let everyone sing happy blogoversary to me?

I don’t want to be a killjoy but then again joy was never my default position.

Two years ago I wrote my very first post entitled “The Beginning” and in it I talked briefly about not knowing where this blog was going, only that it was in fact a beginning without a known ending or a known path. Moreover I didn’t know why I even wanted to start blogging. And a year after that I was asking myself a reformed question: why am I still blogging?

So I’ll tell you what I’ve learned from two years of blogging (which in blog years is equal to 10 normal human years) and then we’ll all sit down and eat some cake.

I’ve learned absolutely nothing.
I’ve grown more cynical of the world in these two years than any normal human might hope for themselves at my age.

Moreover my hairline has receded about an inch and believe me when I say that I will find a way to blame it on this blog.

BUT I have figured out why I blog, which is a more important question than one would imagine. So let me share that with you now because if you’ve reached year two of your blogging life and you still haven’t figured it out then right now is a good time to start thinking. Because there’s no sense in doing something, in doing anything, that you don’t believe in.

First a confession: I do admit that a small revolutionary part of me had delusional aspirations for this blog to be an instrument of change. But I was still clinging on to my undergraduate life, my hair was long, I had a poster of Che Guevara in my bedroom, quoted Lewis Carroll and listened to one too many Bob Marley songs. Got a mental picture?

So here it is: I blog because I blog. It’s just a thing I do. Not a hobby. It’s a way to clear the voices in my head. The ones that are continuously observing and listening to everything that goes on around them and make up little one-liner comments or write entire essays on the most random of topics, but will never ever be externalized in any way. We bury them. We forget them. Half the time we ignore them. Blogging is a way to document them and put them to rest. Because truly there is only so much RAM in my head that there are things that I’d like to save room for, such as pleasant childhood memories, and hence blogging is a way of cleaning shop.

So those who read this blog I graciously thank you for putting up with my mental excess. I’ve done what I can to make it seem presentable and at times even taken a stab at being articulate. But I know there are many posts that probably only I could decipher because of the maddening way my mind has encrypted them. For those, I profusely apologize.

And so starts year three…

(listen…someone had better have bought me a damn cake)

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