Through these past months and year since I started blogging, I notice that I had changed and matured a lot. My choice of blogs to read has also dwindled to less than 10. Out of that, I noticed that 80% are male blogs.
I noticed that I no longer favour melancholy blogs. The kind where they put their hearts out. I feel like prying when I read all the needs, wants, longings, hurts, foolish things etc etc of people I don’t really have time to know. It seems like I am a nosy parker. It is very superficial to continue showing concerns or go ‘hugs’. When I see some women who wrote from their hearts too much, I cringed.
I had also lost interests in parents’ blogs. I actually like to stay away from parents’ blogs because out of 10 times, 8 times I would popped in some parenting ideas. So, instead of being labelled a ‘madam know-it-all’ or even worse ‘madam patronising’, I chosed to peek and keep quiet.
So, my number of blogs to read kept dwindling and dwindling. My circle kept getting smaller and smaller. I don’t know if this is good or what.
I remember the good ‘ole days when I was so excited to wake up each morning to check out who have updated and who have commented. I was like living in their lives, following the ups and downs. Now, I just want to make people think, make people aware, make people see things differently, make people laugh or go away with something in their mind to ponder.
I don’t know if this is a phase all bloggers go through or I am getting too philosophical. I only want to write to entertain. I don’t want my blog to be an open diary of my life. Frankly, there is nothing personal that I reveal on my blog anymore. Oh no, my church members know about my blog, my siblings know, my nephews and nieces know, my kids read, their friends read….
So, I hope whoever reads my blog on a daily basis, it gives them a nicer view of the world, feel a lot more blessed, stop whining and move on with life, dude. Have I achieved that mission?
Who is the cutest of ’em all?